Dumb It Down Lyrics

Say catch the boy and stretch his ass

Plug throw me whatever and don't rush he kno im coming back

Still be in the trenches with the bows around 100 straps

Griffin ave's finest tryna put the stall up on the map

You say that's yo hoe but she be acting single on the snap

Young nigga got pull out in these streets you'll think I know the mayor

Get sticky with this pimping every night I'll have a hoe to clap

Rolling up this za im smoking loud this shit ah blow ah amp

Grip told me to dumb it down

Say

Yellow percs I throw em back

Yellow grit I po' it up

We walk in they know wussup

When we hit yo block jump out the car and let the motor run

Feeling like LeBron I got it tatted im the chosen one

Lil Bruh said let's spin ain't ask no questions so he owe me one

Ain't een have to know the boy

Big stick make yo shoulders jump

If you gotta trophy on yo wrist young nigga hold it up

All these folks they tapping in they peeping that I'm on to some

Trap phone this bitch jump errday

Boy must be a rat cause he just keep on beating them fed cases

Running shit in bama say FatBoy I feel like eddie lacy

Niggas hate I came up

If you mad right now you gone be heated when this chain come

If you wanna chain then catch a body get yo rank up

Top1 up in the cut he sweating to spank some

I'll bet the house down on my shooter put that cake up

Yeah my trap it jump up out the gym but FatBoy can't dunk

Got sauce I feel like a1

Tryna get rich in eight months

Uh I can't go out like no hoe because I ain't one

I'm the type thats gone face some

You the type ain't gone make nun

I promise that that gwalla change yo problems just get yo pape up