Dumb lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, I like this sh*t
Dumb, dumb-dumb, dumb-dumb-dumb
Dumb-dumb, dumb-dumb, dumb, all-all you n*ggas
Dumb, dumb-dumb, dumb-dumb, dumb-dumb-dumb-dumb (Link Up), uh

[Verse]
SOB the gang, b*tch, f*ck them other n*ggas
And I ain't into shaking hands, you ain't my brotha, n*gga
Still hit my whores up in the whip, you having lunch with b*tches
I'm no Kane or no John Cena, I can't tussle with ya
I'm tryna keep them demons in, don't make me bring 'em out
What you gon' do when n*ggas closest brothas bleeding out?
And if it's up there, then it's stuck there, nothing to speak about
Brodie said n*ggas is hoes, I finally see it now
I found a home up in the dark, I see the light in here
Me jumping out your bushes, what a sight to fear
Who said that n*gga was a gangsta? Boy, yo' stripes is wearin'
And I'm immune to all this sh*t, nah, I ain't wiping tears
Urkel got a little juice, now he think he Stеfan
Seven pumps and 'bout a wiggle, shе think it's the bomb
I been ain't giving b*tches time, yes, I done missed the prime
And they be like, "That boy got gas", I got my gift from God
I'm doing verses for the low, I'm feeling good today
You might as well just give it up, boy, I done took ya bae
I stared a opp down in the club, that n*gga looked away
And if it's beef up on the table, it get cooked today
Get me out of character, that's bullets out the clip
And we been smoking out them pickles, y'all still out the zip
b*tch, I'm really in the field, and yes, I'm down to blitz
My brodie couldn't find no Wock', that n*gga downed the Tris
Could be taxing for it, but nah, this game free
So much knowledge, so much wisdom, I done gamed me
Rock a fella with that Glock, but I ain't Jay-Z
I swear, I gotta thank my son, he really saved me
You ain't gon' hear me say I'm real, I let the pit decide
Presi' tints up on the windshield, hard to peep inside
n*ggas know they soft as hell, how do you sleep at night?
Her n*gga's scared to eat the beef, guess it ain't seasoned right, b*tch
[Outro]
Dumb, dumb-dumb, dumb-dumb, all you n*ggas
Dumb-dumb, dumb-dumb, dumb, yeah, all you b*tches
Dumb-dumb, dumb-dumb, dumb, yeah, all you b*tches
Dumb-dumb, dumb-dumb, dumb, yeah, I put that on my
Son-son, son-son, son, yeah, I got my
Gun-gun, gun-gun, gun, got thirty in my
Gun-gun, gun-gun, gun, n*gga, I never
Run-run, uh-uh, uh