Dweeb lyrics

by

Cash Kidd


[Intro]
We done got .223s
.223s
Ayy
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Ayy

[Chorus]
These n*ggas y'all lookin' up to really dweebs (Lame)
Dog said he did what? n*gga, please
I just cried tears of joy, my b*tch say she finna leave
Snuck the AR in, wrapped the toy, Christmas Eve
I ain't got sh*t for a sl*t but Mickey D's
b*tch can't get sh*t but a nut and some weave
Shoes full of spikes like I made it to the league (NFL)
Mouth full of diamonds, n*ggas hate it when I cheese

[Verse]
Yeah, b*tch, if I smile, you goin' blind like a white ho
Yeah, red bottoms on likе a tight pole
Mama asked when I'm gеttin' married, I'm like, "Why for?"
I ain't tryna say no vows, who do I owe?
Nobody but you
Give a b*tch what I earn, what a dumb move
She wanna f*ck, we ain't make it past the front room
She let me beat it on the table like the lunchroom
Huh, ayy
Yeah, hold up, jump who?
Stupid n*gga, try and rush me, they gon' rush you
To the ER 'cause I'm strapped, get you one too
Runnin' through the 6 with that Drac, n*gga, come through
b*tch, my n*gga said that neck fire, I want some too
Hit her from the back then take a hike, hut, one-two
Then I gave that b*tch the runaround, Duck Duck Goose
When it come to gettin' to them racks, call me Unc' Drew
sh*t so easy
Your b*tch so easy
New wrist alert, sh*t so freezy
New b*tch alert, she was disobedient
Damn, how you die strapped? Let your stick blow, idiot
She a silly lil' b*tch, but eat di*k so serious
Kidd on his way up like she missed her period
How you broke talkin' sh*t? I am just so curious
Tryna fill up banks like I'm with Aunt Vivian
Boy, your b*tch is a full-blown eater
Even if she cheap, bet you still gon' keep her
Give the ball to me, n*ggas keep fumblin' (Man)
Rich n*gga with a presi' like a republican
Every time a car ride past, I keep clutchin' it (Got to)
Your b*tch mouth warm, I bust three nuts in it
She don't even care, she just keep suckin' it
One n*gga, two b*tches like three's company
[Chorus]
These n*ggas y'all lookin' up to really dweebs (Lame)
Dog said he did what? n*gga, please
I just cried tears of joy, my b*tch say she finna leave
Snuck the AR in, wrapped the toy, Christmas Eve
I ain't got sh*t for a sl*t but Mickey D's
b*tch can't get sh*t but a nut and some weave
Shoes full of spikes like I made it to the league (NFL)
Mouth full of diamonds, n*ggas hate it when I cheese

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, hundred rounds on me when I go from A to B
Ayy
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