DUMB

[Intro] (Hollo) What? Huh, turn this shit up (Glizzy, what you cookin' up?) Fuck we doin’? Dexter, bitch What? (Loudy Luna) Oh (I get my work from the narco) Hah, yeah, huh, turn this bitch up Yeah, right there, get it right there, like that Ooh, ooh, hah, ooh, ooh, ooh Hah, ooh, huh [Chorus] I’m actin’ dumb Just bought a Glock with a drum My shooters, they shootin’ for fun Boy, don’t act dumb Run up on him, now he numb Chew that boy up like some bubblegum Hold on, oh, wait That money is all in your face I’m geekin’, yeah, right on the stage I pour me a eight Where’d you get shot? In your face I hop on the jet and escape [Verse 1] Hold on, huh, yeah, huh Hold on, huh, huh Hold on, I got, ooh Hold on, hold on, hold on, huh She wanna fuck me like “Hold on” Baby look good, but I’m tellin’ her “Hold on” Suck on my dick and I’m tellin’ her “Hold on,” huh Matter fact, she gotta go home, huh I’m takin’ off like a rocket That .50 on me, boy, you know better to stop it That’s your lil bitch, man, she all in my pockets She suck on my dick, baby girl need to stop it [Chorus] I’m actin’ dumb Just bought a Glock with a drum My shooters, they shootin’ for fun Boy, don’t act dumb Run up on him, now he numb Chew that boy up like some bubblegum Hold on, oh, wait That money is all in your face I’m geekin’, yeah, right on the stage I pour me a eight Where’d you get shot? In your face I hop on the jet and escape [Verse 2] Dexter, ooh Hop on a jet, yeah, I’m never late Run to the money, you think it’s a [?], huh Niggas be lame, they hella fake I turn his ass right to a pumpkin face For sure, huh I get the money for sure ‘Member them days, was kickin’ the door I get the money, I want 40 a show Wait, I got a lil bro with me, got a Glock on him Askin’ me questions like “Bro, can I get it in?” I’m like “Hell yeah, boy, gotta get it in If we can’t, hell nah, we ain’t comin’ in” [Chorus] I’m actin’ dumb Just bought a Glock with a drum My shooters, they shootin’ for fun Boy, don’t act dumb Run up on him, now he numb Chew that boy up like some bubblegum Hold on, oh, wait That money is all in your face I’m geekin’, yeah, right on the stage I pour me a eight Where’d you get shot? In your face I hop on the jet and escape [Outro] Bitch, hah, huh I’m actin’ dumb Just bought a Glock with a drum Eat that boy, hold on I’m actin’ dumb Just bought a Glock with a drum [?] like some bubblegum Know what I’m sayin’? [?] Shoot your ass up, bust, hah, what?