Actin Dumb lyrics

[Verse 1: Homicide Mikey]
I just started rapping
But when I turn fires on, I started trapping
The day you came out your mama, you started capping
A hundred thousand on the Plan, I don't do plastic
My white boy walk around with dog, he like Shaggy
White b*tch said no more blues, she want addys
Bought my ex-b*tch a wheelchair, 'cause she can't stand me
Upped the stick on my custo, thought he tried to ham me

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Shot the P.L.R. in the wood, and start a wildfire
Remember I couldn't stack that sh*t up, but now the pile's higher
Bro a speed demon off them percs, he a wild driver
You ain't get that Glock to pop sh*t, you shoot out tires
Me and bro playin' with dog sh*t, you got baby monеy
7,000 in my back pocket, that's my baby money
You can't get a punchlinе out of me, you gotta pay me for it
Back to back cats, she wanna f*ck she gotta race me for it

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Last year I ain't have sh*t, now I got 80 on me
Lil cuz popped a n*gga for me, gave him 1800
f*cked a hundred hoes in 1 month, I can't be ugly
If you a fan just speak, bro I hate when n*ggas be muggin'
I just paid 2600 for an 8th
I know it sound dumb, but I’m withdrawing I need my drank
I be sipping everyday, so I PP drank
Just hit a project b*tch without a rubber, now my weewee stank
[Verse 4: Homicide Mikey]
n*gga upped the gun with no bullets, he stupid as f*ck
Treat his house like a dope fiend, I'm shooting it up
Hitting the road every other day, you ain't moving like us
Put the dog on the greyhound, made it move on the buss
b*tch say she wanna f*ck and spent me, I wasted a perc
Killed her baby daddy next day, put his face on a shirt
DoorDash with half the grams, I take them to work
Christian Dior runners on my feet, I take them to church

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
Pressed the gas once and shot off, we on 7 Mile
You old as hell f*cking young hoes, boy, you a pedophile
I wanted 10 for a mixtape, he sent 11 thou
Pop a n*gga, throw him in the lake, we was at Belle Isle
1:1 Yeezy's on my feet, you can't cop these
I knew the b*tch had some good pus*y, she got [??]
I had to quit f*cking with the liquor, now I pop P's
You can't make a hundred off of rap, boy, you is not me

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
Creep up on his window with the Glock, yeah I'm tiptoe'n
My fanny pack ain't got a dollar in it, this a stick holder
He tryna beef, but always chasing pus*y, put a b*tch on him
I drop 30 shots in 12 seconds , got a switch on me
Don't give a f*ck about the right side of my face, your ho ah lick on it
Seen too many n*ggas in McQueens, so I bought Rick Owens
Jumped out on a n*gga in broad day, and dropped a clip on him
Been totin’ guns on my waist since 13, I think my hip broken
[Verse 7: RMC Mike]
Supercharger on my Corvette, watch me stab off
The doc’ give me a free pint every month, I got a bad cough
If plastic red going for 150, then what the glass cost?
My ex-b*tch want her a new body, what the ass cost?

[Verse 8: Homicide Mikey]
Sold my fiend a half a gram of tar, but it was asphalt
I'm pouring Morton in my bathtub, making bath salts
n*ggas mad, cause my stash look like cash vault
Deals on the bricks, you buy one, you get half off

[Verse 9: Rio Da Yung OG]
I got numb taking 30s every day, don't think my tongue working
Tryna load a hundred in the drum, got my thumb hurting
How you drop a hundred sum shots and ain't hit one person?
Smart as f*ck if the feds interrogate me then I'm acting like a dumb person (Ghetto Boys, b*tch you know what the f*ck goin on, what up Mikey)