DUMB Lyrics

I met a white bitch, her name Sarah, she suck dick real good and work at Target

She want my Baby, I told her I couldn't, Cause I don't be fuckin these lil hoes from Charlotte

I disappeared for a minute but I'm back now popping my shit like Charmin

I ain't gonna send you a Uber lil baby, You riding the short bus, Bitch my dick retarded

She wanna come over, I told her she couldn't I can beat your back inside your apartment

She always tripping I got her a ticket, Just let me know when your flight is departing

I don't do shit when I walk in the room, Ima step in this bitch I'm life of the party

And I don't be going back n forth with these bitches, I'm the type to end shit, Don't get me started

Fucking on a thirty year old bitch like Stephen,

I got a Indian bitch making curry

She want a boss, I told her you got one, When you with Jonah you don't gotta worry

Ya the fit on my body be way too clean, When I'm with her shit get dirty

When I walk in this bitch I feel like Jack, When he walk in the room at the Kentucky Derby

Remember they hated, She said aid I wouldn't make it, Now I'm getting money an fucking his hoe

White girl wasted she wanna taste me keep em in order like L,M,N,O

Blocked that bitch like thirty seconds in, I don't even got her number saved in my phone

An I look like a nerd when I go in the club so every time Ima get in with my pole

She real smart and I think she know cause her head too dumb and it made me slow

She want vanilla, I told her I got it, Do you want a cup or do you want a cone

Sent a text in italics the shit I be saying this bitch prolly thought that Jonah was too bold

Im in the booth she like damn you cold, I spit that shit then the mic just froze

That's a iced out Sony

Her head so good I gave her a trophy

Her head so good I got her a pony

Got Breakfast in bed gave her dick in the morning

I keep that iron on me like Tony

I'm way too cold so I got a Zamboni

We prolly not friends cuz his bitch ass owe me

Or we prolly not friends cuz his bitch wanna blow me

Michael Scott it's all fax, She like me cuz I rap

I need M's not racks, Bitch why your friends all flat

I gotta baddie so i gotta text her, I'm in the lab cooking up like Dexter

You prolly hesitated when you text her, I got an idea I just need an investor