Goin’ Dumb Remix lyrics

[Chorus: Dayy]
Aye you know that a n*gga been popping them tags
Y'all can't be that n*gga, I'm that n*gga I get it like that
Call my lil n*gga Tyler he gone slide
AK make a lil n*gga die
I'm a have to see your mama cry
But I'm a pull up and still spray with that nine
You know I want the Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, Balenci
The prada, the prada, the prada
I might just f*ck on your daughter, your daughter
Yeah I get it slaughtered, it slaughtered, it slaughtered
They say I can't lie, lil n*gga you lie
Pull up to that n*gga house
Get to spraying with the fire

[Verse 1: 279tyler]
Spray with the fire we gone take his life
I put that dirty sh*t, in a lil sprite
Play with me it'll be your last night
That b*tch got left, cause that b*tch ain't right
When I see you just know it's on sight
Off the percy yeah higher than a kite
I got a b*tch who down to ride
Thirty on me we down to slide
Hammers on us for the drama time
Look at my money it's Drummond's height
Jugging the plug I'm a sly guy
We aim for the head, you aim for the sky
I'm off the lean and I'm still alright
I don't want that b*tch nah cause she trife
She for the night I can't wife
Bands on me I can't lie
[Verse 2: NTF Sean]
And you know I be rocking that Rick on my back
Glock in my lap n*gga I cannot lack
Me and lil Day we like Kobe and Shaq
Yeah with my twin we like Cody & Zach
Red dot to your head make your brain go splat
We up the fire now we blowing him back
Speed in that demon a n*gga might crash
NTF stepping on these n*ggas necks
My hundreds blue when I count up a check
Chasing that bag I might run out of breath
Tunnel vision, Chromeheart lens
I got hundreds, don't need friends
Diamonds water, got baguettes
I might swerve off in a Benz

[Chorus: Dayy]
Aye you know that a n*gga been popping them tags
Y'all can't be that n*gga, I'm that n*gga I get it like that
Call my lil n*gga Tyler he gone slide
AK make a lil n*gga die
I'm a have to see your mama cry
But I'm a pull up and still spray with that nine
You know I want the Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, Balenci
The prada, the prada, the prada
I might just f*ck on your daughter, your daughter
Yeah I get it slaughtered, it slaughtered, it slaughtered
They say I can't lie, lil n*gga you lie
Pull up to that n*gga house
Get to spraying with the fire