Dum Dum

[Chorus: Project Youngin]

I'm at my business

As I ride through the city

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And I'm smokin' on a ( ah ah ah )

Ain't no need to ask who did it

Just know we gon' handle business

Put that dick inside that glizzy, it go (bop bop bop)

Tryna go to war with us, lil bitch you dum dum

See a nigga out in public, I ain't gon' say nun

I heard a nigga lookin for me

Imma give him what they lookin for (bop bop bop)

We want all the smoke (waddup)

[Verse 1: Project Youngin]

If you got a problem come address it

And if it's 'bout a bitch I don't respect it

I'm ridin' with that iron on a gram, I'm young and reckless

We them niggas got 'em hot, they in their feelings but who gon' check us

Swervin', come down yo' block, four deep, and it's suburban

Don't let me catch you on that block, u know we lurkin'

Feel like that Rambo with them shooters, then we purgin'

I call a (?) get that work in

Clean a nigga whole block, block

We know u lackin' all that flaggin'

Get yo' top head gone, like a droptop

This a rollie, ain't no stopwatch

It take money to go to war, u better stop (stop)

[Chorus: Project Youngin]

I'm at my business

As I ride through the city

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And I'm smokin' on a ( ah ah ah )

Ain't no need to ask who did it

Just know we gon' handle business

Put that dick inside that glizzy, it go (bop bop bop)

Tryna go to war with us, lil bitch you dum dum

See a nigga out in public, I ain't gon' say nun

I heard a nigga lookin for me

Imma give him what they lookin for (boom boom boom)

We want all the smoke

[Verse 2: King Von]

Ay where he at?

Who he with?

What he drivin' in?

I hit his block

Shut up his crib

So where he hidin' then?

If I don't find that boy tonight

I'm just gon' try again

Like spin a bin

Can't catch that pussy nigga

So I popped his friend

This how we comin', pullin' up and hoppin' out

Thought he was fast, 'til I hawked that nigga down

This how we comin', use yo' gun and and wipe it down

So many shots, they thought I had a 100 rounds

Purge on him, my city crazy, I got killas in a 'burbs homie

So many blues and these white g's, look like a Smurk homie

And these lil niggas want some smoke, I'm like who first homie?

Do him the worst broski

[Chorus: Project Youngin]

I'm at my business

As I ride through the city

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And I'm smokin' on a ( ah ah ah )

Ain't no need to ask who did it

Just know we gon' handle business

Put that dick inside that glizzy, it go (bop bop bop)

Tryna go to war with us, lil bitch you dum dum

See a nigga out in public, I ain't gon say nun

I heard a nigga lookin for me

Imma give him what they lookin for (boom boom boom)

We want all the smoke