Dumbass lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, RJ)
Tell your b*tch to look at me while I'm...
RJ always trippin', man
RJ always trippin', man
Ayy, tell your b*tch to look at me while I'm speakin' to you

[Chorus]
You forgot I hit that b*tch before she was your b*tch
Even while you was with her, couldn't give her no di*k
When you was gettin' off, I was leavin' your crib
Takin' sh*ts on your toilet, playin' with your kids
Like tell your b*tch to look at me while I'm speakin' to you
It's a lot of real sh*t I've been meanin' to do
You couldn't dance like me if you needed to groove
Guess I set the tone, you lil' n*ggas needed some moves (Ugh)

[Verse]
Guess I set the tone, chopper movin' Reggaeton
Blood on my herringbone, won't leave me the hell alone
I say do it, do it, do it if that b*tch wanna do it to me
Shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, you a killer, gotta prove it to me
f*ck 'round with dawg, we don't f*ck 'round with law
Get that pack in or we just get that backend, no shorts
He on my end, them n*ggas gotta tap in, no choice
Want a damn slice, Skuba 40 make him surfboard
She want Sada di*k, say that she gon' twerk for it
Hell no, lazy b*tch, hit the road, work for it
Drop a four in that soda, pop a couple Percs for it
Put a 9,000 pack (Ayy) up your Bebe skirt for it (Ugh)
How a n*gga lil' sister say she want some MAC makeup?
Can't get it for her, last time that we laid up
Came out the bathroom, she was on my Facebook
c*cked a right hand back, hit her with a straight hook
b*tch, don't be playin' with my money phone
That's that line I get bags and get money on
n*ggas always want a snitch n*gga to come home
n*ggas must be snitchin' too, baby, somethin' wrong
Ayy, we do real n*gga dance moves, n*gga, you can't touch those
I get money, I'm as happy as my custos
Brand new rockstars with a dumb roll
I'm a rockstar, I'll hit him with a drumroll
See a opp, then it's crunch time, bag a combo
See a opp, then it's punch time, TJ Combo
Trap lookin' like the lunch line by the combos
Bet you I can f*ck eight b*tches with a blindfold
Hit a opp with the ugly shot like I'm Lonzo
Catch a opp in the mornin' time like Alonzo
40 make him do the funny dance like Alfonso
Bet you I can get eight bricks gone pronto
I do my dance way better than you do it
So b*tch ass n*gga, watch me do it
And I shoot my 45 way better than you
So lil' ass n*gga, let me shoot it
And I'm gon' f*ck your b*tch way better than you
Even though you don't want me to do it
And 'bout five n*ggas with me right now
Got CC dubs, wanna call police, can't do it
b*tch, we legal with these straps (Ayy, uh)
Still illegal with these traps (Ayy, uh)
Shoot a n*gga like it's craps (Ayy, uh)
I give hell, don't give daps (Ayy, uh)
I raise hell, don't raise kids (Ayy, uh)
f*ck her face and shoot my kids (Ayy, uh)
'Cause I dance like I did (Uh)
Make these n*ggas look like feds with this sh*t (Ayy, uh)
[Chorus]
You forgot I hit that b*tch before she was your b*tch (Uh)
Even while you was with her, couldn't give her no di*k (Uh)
When you was gettin' off, I was leavin' your crib (Uh)
Takin' sh*ts on your toilet, playin' with your kids (Uh)
Like tell your b*tch to look at me while I'm speakin' to you (Uh)
It's a lot of real sh*t I've been meanin' to do (Uh)
You couldn't dance like me if you needed to groove (Uh)
Guess I set the tone, you lil' n*ggas needed some moves (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)