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?