DUMB lyrics

[Intro: Doe Boy & Lola Brooke]
Oh, really?
D-O-E Beezy
Oh, oh, oh, oh
D-O-E Beezy
Hey, baby
Oh, really?

[Verse 1: Lola Brooke & Doe Boy]
Ready or not, here I come (Here I come, here I come)
This two-piece on Nyquil, so please don't get slumped (Da-da-da-da)
My n*gga f*ck me 'til I'm numb (Mwah)
f*ck me 'til I— Uh
And every b*tch want smoke, save your lungs
With my n*ggas, ain't gon' feel me
Love 'em all sincerely
Baddest b*tch up in NYC, clearly
None of these n*ggas never been near me
Somehow they b*tch gon' fear mе
I know I be in the wrong, but a b*tch still won't spare mе
Hmm, ayo, Doe Boy (What's up?)
Do you know, boy? (Oh, really?)

[Verse 2: Doe Boy & Lola Brooke]
Ayo, Lola, I just slumped boy by his Rolls-Royce
Two-thousand-dollar Prada shoes, step on broke boys (Uh-huh)
di*k all in your BM throat, she gettin' choked, boy (Mwah, come here, baby)
I'm in Brooklyn with the gangsters, know I'm safe (Hahaha)
I be with the Shmurdas, NYPD know my face
Drop a n*gga faster than my lawyer drop a case
You love me, tell me where he stay so I can spin it like the combo on my safe
Posted in the slums with my gun
Bad as f*ck, lick her up 'til she c*m on my tongue
Every n*gga 'round me got a gun where I'm from (Gang, gang, gang)
I don't go for nothin', thought I was goin' for somethin', are you dumb? (Fool)
[Verse 3: Lola Brooke]
How you b*tches f*ckin' local n*ggas to go worldwide? (Are you dumb?)
I got hitters watchin' over me like they my third eye (They my— Uh)
Butter pecan, pearl white, n*ggas terrified (Mwah, mwah, mwah)
Blood boiling, so this glizzy gettin' sterilized
And I got that heat to make your temperature go scuba dive (I like that, uh)

[Verse 4: Doe Boy]
Don't go against the mob, you better off committin' suicide
Ridin' through NY, in Bed-Stuy, out here, it's do or die
pus*y here, pus*y there, can't make my mind up who to try
Dumped the heat so much, I f*cked around and got the cooler hot
b*tch said it was smoke and seen him, damn, why you ain't shoot the guy?
Transportin' drugs, lil' broski got his Uber hot
Make me mad, I spank that ass, I do it like I do the opps (Mwah, come here, baby)

[Verse 5: Lola Brooke & Doe Boy]
n*ggas do not spin blocks, n*ggas gettin' blocked off (Blocked off)
b*tches be the new fiends, gettin' n*ggas' rocks off (Uh)
I don't give a f*ck about the govy and they top laws (I don't)
n*ggas cannot get back, we already dropped y'alls
My n*gga act so freaky, I get in, I just drop drawers (Hey, baby)
He ask me who pus*y that it is and I said, "Not yours" (I'm sorry)
I don't give no f*cks about whose seat, we don't do lapdogs (I don't, I don't, I don't)
Tell my n*gga go pop y'alls (Oh, really?)
[Outro: Doe Boy & Lola Brooke]
I got you
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh (Uh-huh)
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh (Uh-huh)
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh, yeah
'Cause I'ma throw my sh*t, don't even worry about it
f*ck up out of here
Oh, really?