Dumb Lyrics

How my mama come

Yeah, yeah they know we keep our glocks up

Everywhere we go, we got our glocks out, no tucking 'em

Told myself I gotta get it, ain't no fucking up

I ain't spending shit right now, bitch I put it up

I ain't hopping out on feds with no one on ones

I ain't dumb, bitch yeah you know we got it out the mud

How my mama come, coming out the slums

She can't even go on runs, he get runned down less he can kill him some

Told that bitch I be the one

(Tell that bitch I be the one)

He ain't really spending shit, he be a bum

Tell that bitch if she get down then she can get her some

Eliantte, blow them buns, red eyes get shoot for fun

Bitch you better hit my burner phone

Better hit my burner phone

Or you get blown

Cause the feds ain't keeping shit on me

Unknown location, ain't no blip on me

Keep them sticks on me, baby can you take this dirty from me please

Know I be the boss, it ain't that hard to see

She know I'm built different, she call me Hercules

I fufill her Birkin needs, hop on beats, spit percanese

Shit, I'm used to being lonely, I don't even need no company

Hitta, ain't no way out, don't even run from me

Caint step out without my 40 pointers

From Kentucky, bitch we filled with runners

The next superstar on the come up

We got vans, hopping out sprinters

Play with us, and you get splinters

Bitch you know that we ain't scared

Pop out, he dead, all my homies hunters

I ain't dumb, bitch yeah you know we got it out the mud

How my mama come, coming out the slums

She can't even go on runs, he get runned down less he can kill him some

Told that bitch I be the one

(Tell that bitch I be the one)

He ain't really spending shit, he be a bum

Tell that bitch if she get down then she can get her some

Eliantte, blow them buns, red eyes get shoot for fun

Bitch you better hit my burner phone

I'm sick of all y'all bullshit for real

So ima be for real

If you hustling for your family, why your family not important as your deals?

You ain't got time for 'em, man just hush

All them lies, it ain't worth trying, man this shit ain't even worth it

All these bitches walk around, act like they perfect

Man you ain't even scratch the surface

Hit the gyno cause her pussy hurt, he say I scratched her cervix

Hit my trap phone cause she be sending dirty shit

Leave my feelings 'lone, you just a dirty bitch

My homies round me, hanging out the window holding dirty sticks

We pop your mouth off, you come around us with that dirty lip

Ben Franklins in my pocket, throwing dirty fits

But I'm fresh to death on God like I'm dripped out in my Sunday shit

I ain't dumb, bitch yeah you know we got it out the mud

How my mama come, coming out the slums

She can't even go on runs, he get runned down less he can kill him some

Told that bitch I be the one

(Tell that bitch I be the one)

He ain't really spending shit, he be a bum

Tell that bitch if she get down then she can get her some

Eliantte, blow them buns, red eyes get shoot for fun

Bitch you better hit my burner phone