Dumber Lyrics

Yeah, yeah huh, yeah huh

Yeah, okay now they know what's up

I done came in with like four baddies had em lapping up

Rolling up I got like four banana backwoods getting stuffed

Know I'm all about the bag only cash getting cuffed yeah

I done hit her with the flavor got a taste and now she sweating

She wanna get close she tryna cool off by necklace

Card game killer, play what I was dealt with

Had to stop saving niggas had to learn how to be selfish

Boss moves? Yeah it cost a few but I can manage

Top two and I ain't talking two you understand me?

Talk smooth, Bob with the tool I got my hammer

But it's all cool, I just stick to rapping like a bandage, yeah

Okay, diamonds having seizures call the ambulance

I was broke found a medic then I ran shit

You ain't tryna make bands I don't want to plan shit

Bum niggas something I won't even shake hands with

Fuck the small talk I want big money conversations

Too fly for the bottom yeah I had to switch locations

Step out say good morning to the clouds cause them my neighbors

Niggas say that I don't be around but I been getting paper

Getting money and they hating now they fronting on em

I was trying to shine with em now I'm stunting on em

Never gave em anything how you want something from em

Made myself a big dog now they running from em yeah

Niggas try but they got nothing on em

Knew I would slide but they ain't know how I was fucking coming

And I been grinding every night all fucking summer

And I been going dumb but guarantee we doing dumber, yeah

You can fuck with who lil dude? You talking silly

Could've read yo shit in braille and I still wouldn't feel it

Whole clique holding, please don't get it twisted

My homie gotta couple screws loose but he'll drill em

Had to cut a couple off but it's all business

Do my dirt, I just put in work til it's all finished

In the vert I can make it skirt if the law tripping, stay alert

I'm gone do the dash fore I let em search won't let em get me

I'm a full blooded, money getting, hoe snatching

Pack flipping, big baller, big status

Bitch it's Big Chef, son of the don I got it cracking

They said I was moving wrong but I took off and went past em

You know time is money what the fuck I look like waiting

Had to show these niggas I ain't nothing to be played with

I'm a hood doctor I got million dollar patients

Yeah I started from the bottom I'm escaping

Getting money and they hating now they fronting on em

I was trying to shine with em now I'm stunting on em

Never gave em anything how you want something from em

Made myself big dog now they running from em

Niggas try but they got nothing on em

Know I would slide but they ain't know how I was fucking coming

I been grinding every night all fucking summer

And I been going dumb but guarantee we doing dumber, yeah

I said, okay now they know what's up

I done came in with like four baddies had em lapping up

Rolling up I got like four banana backwoods getting stuffed

Know I'm all about a bag only cash getting cuffed yeah