Go Dumb ft. Addyell Lyrics

Aye

Aye, Aye

Turn my vocals up a lil bit

(Woah woah woah)

Volume knob right…

(Yeah I’ma)

Right, yeah yeah yeah

Aye aye

Ight that’s good that’s good

Aye

Oh you ain’t know I stay spitting like a nigga with a dumb cold

When I come out the booth, you peep gun smoke

That’s a body

She wan’ bust it down for me, no Juliani

Got hit with the water, I call her Tsunami

Bitch, I suggest do not try me

Wake up and you see more poles than in Follies

I’m bout my hustle, that’s T.I. and Tiny

Bitch, I just black then I’m out like I’m Miley

I’m dope, I’m talking bricks like them old ass cell phones

Stop me, nigga Hell no (Nah)

Worried father, how a nigga raising Hell slow

Yeah they front like I ain’t nice then they double back like

“Damn he got a swell flow”

Came new, still a lil old school like your Shell Toes

It’s get rich or die trying but if shit ain’t working its get the strap like Velcro, nigga

I was thinking

Boy it’s up to you if you swim or sink in

Gettin’ money, can’t stop cause the feeling’s addicting

Not until its five bil’, I ain’t talking Lincoln

(Why five?) Why not

Figured I’ma make some figures off of thoughts I jot

I done pulled his main chick off of songs I’ve dropped

Then a thong got dropped, shit

Finna have the game all on lock

Nigga, you don’t know bout the shit that I been through

Bet you would fold, my life it ain’t simple, no

Aye, I still thug it out

Can’t be stuck, Me I’m gon’ figure something out

Hit the top and my team I dont come without

Young Teeko, I’ma make them know something bout

Think he fuckin with me, must be buggin’ out

I be dumbing out

Yeah I’m a young

Nigga bout these bank rolls cause you know I need me some

Nigga, we smoke L.A. but its N.Y where we from

We ain’t stopping

My niggas soon popping, we go dumb

Nigga, we go dumb

Nigga, we go

Teeko said let’s go Harry Lloyd

Rolling out a big bag of noise

Going dumb

Facin facials til my face feel numb

Tell you what im really bout, pesos

Ima stack some money bricks like Legos

We letting go of some fuego, yeah

She gon’ pull up if I say so, uh

Booty is softer than play dough (Lord) (Soft)

You could just call me estupido (Okay)

Goin’ dumb every time in el studio (Right)

Truly though

Chasing the smoke with Don Julio (Mhmm)

That shit affecting my brain, yeah

I think I’m goin insane (Crazy)

I’m tryna ice out the chain

No cappin, a force with this rapping shit

Leave the booth leaning like Activis

I go Homer Simpson dumb

Nigga Peter Griffin, but I don’t beef with chicken

Go brain dead dumb til we eatin’ different

These metaphors is what gon’ speak existence

This that Kelly Bundy stupid

Let my little shine, a gift from God, like “Nigga won’t he do it!” (Lord, Jesus)

The furthest from smart, and Teeko dumber

Still nobody’s fool like Tika Sumpter

My son gon heat up the summer (Right)

She said she wanna come and give me the biggest truck

I believe that’s a hummer

(Still) act up deletin’ her number

What do I need above all

(Bank rolls cuz you know I need me some)

(Yeah, yeah)

Yeah I’m a young

Nigga bout these bank rolls cause you know I need me some

Nigga, we smoke L.A. but its N.Y where we from

We ain’t stopping

My niggas soon popping, we go dumb

Nigga, we go dumb

Nigga, we go