DUMB 4 lyrics

[Intro]
G, I think we got 1

[Verse 1: NoCap]
I know some b*tches who be actin' like n*ggas, but n*ggas be actin' like hoes too
I do not f*ck with the bank, they act like I ain't got that load too
He wanna play wit' the bread, come here boy, let me toast you
I had to talk to the ref wit' the whistle 'cause a young n*gga trynna blow too
Yeah, I'm fire as a skillet, my vibes be different, the sky ain't no limit
She told me that she don't see what I'm sayin', I told lil' shawty "My eyes is different."
Im trynna hop in the dm, she ain't wit' her man, I know that she wildin' wit' it
They say "You loud in your boat." just cut off my mouth, I'm trynna stay silent wit' it

[Verse 2: MellyX]
Yeah, he say he don't f*ck wit' 12, he right, must be P.M
'Cause I say that boy cooperate, couldn't believe him
I'm like Roddy, I'm like balling every season and day
I hope you ball like Melly youngins, they gon' cut off your way
Give a f*ck bout an L, then you better respect
I've been kickin' sh*t [?]
Met a white girl, she bad and she givin' out Birkin
I told her "I'm legally to buy the [?]
And watchin' a n*gga that had to go take it
I be out of the country, but in FL, I feel the safest
Robbers and takers my neighbors
Lil' homie don't try, unless there gon' be a delay in your life
I don't work for Uncle Sam, ain't no plumber man, but shawty keep askin' for pipe
She say she got a friend, but I don't want n*ggas, she ain't really my type
I don't f*ck wit' Gucci, Louie, any Designer, really don't see the hype
Haha, NoCap, alright who up next?
[Verse 3: Jourdan Brothern]
Yeah, they told me I can't rap without any Auto-Tune
Speakin' on my name, we gon' turn yo face straight to blue
Me, NoCap and Melly, all our choppas gon' go "Boom boom boom"
We shoot up that n*gga now they sayin' "He gone way too soon"
My n*gga a G and he got on some Polo
My next big album is me goin' solo
I'm carryin' ropes like this sh*t is a yoyo
f*ckin' that spanish b*tch, she say "You're hurting mi culo."
n*gga you know that we not the same
Y'all snitchin' on gangs, we don't f*ck wit y'all lames
How the f*ck you gon' think we scared of ya gang?
You still trynna rise, b*tch I'm in the Hall of Fame
I just be flowin', these b*tches keep blowin', there's not a single n*gga that can tell me to stop
You f*ck wit' the cops?, then you is my opp
That sh*t is way worse even when you go flop
These n*ggas gonna know that my glizzy go pop
I feel like YoungBoy, cause I'm way at the top
She like a rabbit on my di*k, cause she bouta come hop
I ain't never gone slip if I came wit' the mop
I ain't even 21, b*tch I'm a savage, 21 b*tches and all of them average
Chopper so long, it can tell you a passage
It can also do sh*t like give you some damage
21 snitches they bouta get stitches and sooner or later I'm takin' they b*tches
21 glitches they gave me some riches if you play with me n*gga you gone be one of the fishes
[Outro: Jourdan Brothern]
(b*tch!)
(Real ass n*ggas)
(110)