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Letra : Go Dumb
Uh, uh, ooh
Lil' n***a on top like a motherf**kin' addict
And I just put ice on my Patek
You know I been stackin'
Uh, uh, lead that
L462 gang
Love for my brothers
Lil' n***a on top like a motherf**kin' addict
And I just put ice on my Patek
You know I been stackin'
24 funk 'cause these sh*ts'll get tragic
I named my Glock magic
'Cause it'll make you vanish
I'm all bout my pesos, I'm Spanish
This TEC'll do damage
So get out the way, I go savage
This chop like a camera, 'cause this b*t*h a cannon
And it ain't Carmax so just watch where you standin'
Plotin' like Lester but you know I seen that sh*t comin'
Huh, hold up, wait
Friday night lights with the way we got them guards drummin'
Huh, hold up, wait
Money on money, you know I got my n***as thumbin'
Huh, hold up, wait
Remember they hated but every time I dropped some music
Them n***as, they bump it, now
These n***as, they broke as a b*t*h
Tryna be but a b*t*h
N***a you and yo' mama's a b*t*h
Hoe 'bout my commas
Lil' n***a been up on my commas
You went to the drama and sh*t
N***as been sleepin' but they tryna take off pajamas
'Cause they see I'm poppin', lil' b*t*h
My n***as like kitchen workers
'Cause my n***as like sweepin' and moppin' and wettin' up strips
You know I got bands on me
And I walked in this b*t*h with a couple of fans on me
And I'm hot like some pans on me
And I trap out where ever so know I got grams on me
And a thot with her hands on me
'Cause she see I got money, got rubbin' her pants on me
And them hollows gon' hit 'em from front and back
Makin' sandwich and hands but the jam on me
Creep down his block and my n***as gon' spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it again
When I lose cool my momma always try fixing me up
And then drillin' me in
Ever go broke then it's back to the trenches
Then try use that 40 start killin' again
Took a few losses but you know I'm back on my feet
Had to get to that Spanish again
We runnin' his pockets like pat-down
Got this 40 won't rush so no smackdown
I got money so n***as can't laugh now
I ain't remember I used to be a**ed out
I'm smokin' on pressure I'm ga**ed out
Remember I started rappin' was trashed out
Now I know I'm a dog with the pack now
You n***as is pu**y like cats now
You know I got bands on me
And I walked in this b*t*h with a couple of fans on me
And I'm hot like some pans on me
And I trap out where ever so know I got grams on me
And a thot with her hands on me
Lil' n***a on top like a motherf**kin' addict
And I just put ice on my Patek
You know I been stackin'
Uh, uh, lead that
L462 gang
Love for my brothers
Lil' n***a on top like a motherf**kin' addict
And I just put ice on my Patek
You know I been stackin'
24 funk 'cause these sh*ts'll get tragic
I named my Glock magic
'Cause it'll make you vanish
I'm all bout my pesos, I'm Spanish
This TEC'll do damage
So get out the way, I go savage
This chop like a camera, 'cause this b*t*h a cannon
And it ain't Carmax so just watch where you standin'
Plotin' like Lester but you know I seen that sh*t comin'
Huh, hold up, wait
Friday night lights with the way we got them guards drummin'
Huh, hold up, wait
Money on money, you know I got my n***as thumbin'
Huh, hold up, wait
Remember they hated but every time I dropped some music
Them n***as, they bump it, now
These n***as, they broke as a b*t*h
Tryna be but a b*t*h
N***a you and yo' mama's a b*t*h
Hoe 'bout my commas
Lil' n***a been up on my commas
You went to the drama and sh*t
N***as been sleepin' but they tryna take off pajamas
'Cause they see I'm poppin', lil' b*t*h
My n***as like kitchen workers
'Cause my n***as like sweepin' and moppin' and wettin' up strips
You know I got bands on me
And I walked in this b*t*h with a couple of fans on me
And I'm hot like some pans on me
And I trap out where ever so know I got grams on me
And a thot with her hands on me
'Cause she see I got money, got rubbin' her pants on me
And them hollows gon' hit 'em from front and back
Makin' sandwich and hands but the jam on me
Creep down his block and my n***as gon' spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it again
When I lose cool my momma always try fixing me up
And then drillin' me in
Ever go broke then it's back to the trenches
Then try use that 40 start killin' again
Took a few losses but you know I'm back on my feet
Had to get to that Spanish again
We runnin' his pockets like pat-down
Got this 40 won't rush so no smackdown
I got money so n***as can't laugh now
I ain't remember I used to be a**ed out
I'm smokin' on pressure I'm ga**ed out
Remember I started rappin' was trashed out
Now I know I'm a dog with the pack now
You n***as is pu**y like cats now
You know I got bands on me
And I walked in this b*t*h with a couple of fans on me
And I'm hot like some pans on me
And I trap out where ever so know I got grams on me
And a thot with her hands on me
