Dumbledore Lyrics

Stick go Dummy

Slim thick shawty

Gotta couple racks

Finna get my whip Sorted

Glock on my hip

Just to finish what is started

Shit on competition

Bitch it's K.O the Artist

I remember days I used to pray

I get a hundred racks,

Now I got an acre with some tenants

And a couple flats

Plotting on a mili silly

Billy always wanted more

Plotting on another

Copping keys to like two dozen doors

Who you think I does it for

Stick is lit like Dombledore

Bitches comes with money but respect

You cannot get in stores

Do this shit for me,

And all the kids thats just be wanting more

Rap ain't been the same

Can't play the game without a fucking core

No I ain't it's savior I'm the reaper

here to do some cleanup

We up next no features

Guess I got to roll my sleeves up

Man time go by so fast

I was just like twenty three

Felt like yesterday my Jordan year we

Just lost Kobe

Man this shit is OD

Never thought we gon see

Losing rappers off of friendly fire

That shit so Weak

This why I be on my own

Cause I just know my own peace

Puff a blizz and then take off

To my crib I'm gonna sleep

Back to back

Bitch I'm coming

With the hits

No discussions

I'm the piss

Shit and spit

On these niggas and their Funyuns

Niggas Chips

And they talking

Out their ass

Man it's nothing

All these niggas bitches

And I got ninety nine problems

Stick go Dummy

Slim thick shawty

Gotta couple racks

Finna get my whip Sorted

Glock on my hip

Just to finish what is started

Shit on competition

Bitch it's K.O the Artist

I remember days I used to pray

I get a hundred racks,

Now I got an acre with some tenants

And a couple flats

Plotting on a mili silly

Billy always wanted more

Plotting on another

Copping keys to like two dozen doors

Get that cheese that provolone

Rep my home away from home

Boston is the city

Biddies litty

Ain't nowhere to go

Summer is the season

Street is steaming

Need that H two O

I ain't never fold

Need no stove

To cook up this flow

I don't want attention

All I need is all y'all recognition

I been chilling thinking millions

Babe assisting with the vision

Had to limit social

Had to listen to my intuition

Niggas barely popping

All these artist now seem like they fizzing

Out of this world

Shifting whipping this Corolla

Traffic got too crazy Ever since they told us bout corona

I be thinking bout pre Covid,

What a time to be alive

Not a lot has changed tho,

But the motherfucking price!

I remember days I used to pray

I get a hundred racks,

Now I got an acre with some tenants

And a couple flats

Plotting on a mili silly

Billy always wanted more

Plotting on another

Copping keys to like two dozen doors