R U DUMB lyrics

[Intro: Lancey Foux]
(Jay Trench)
Chyeah (Whew, chyeah, tch)

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
Are you dumb?
Came in a black and white fit like a nun
A-C-I-D roll off the tongue (What?)
Smokin' on grade A+ in my lung
Who? What? Where? What? How? Are you dumb? (Dumb)
Yeah, we the biggest gang under the sun (Sun)
Yeah, that sh*t different, but this one-on-one (Chyeah)

[Verse 1: Lancey Foux]
Rockin' this Gaultier sh*t, are you dumb?
You rockin' fugazi, my n*gga, you dumb
I'm greetin' the opps with a smile and a thumb
'Cause if it's the finger, my n*gga, you done
I'm 007, I'm second to none
I live in the mirror, I ain't checkin' for nun'
Hold, spin in the dinger, your sh*t gettin' crushed (Yeah)
More fast n*ggas, they bitin' my dust (Crushed)
How the Hell I put acid inside of the 'Tuss?
How the Hell I thought that these n*ggas could be trusted? (Yeah)
I used to stack up for an onion
Now I yellow the bezel, it look like custard (Yeah)
And I can't lie, I'm really disgusted
I gave 'em my swag, they ain't doin' it right
I'ma pattern these kids like Ofsted (Chyeah)
MET Police, LAPD, and 00-G's can't stop this
I gotta shake the scene
'Cause some of my n*ggas still playin' with G's like locksmiths (Chyeah)
Hate on me, but what did I do? I just showed them how to pop this
All these fake OG's, no more words, I don't wanna know how to flop this (Tch, chyeah)
Big Cocaine, I'll blow them away
Big cult swag, I Heaven the gate (Chyeah)
Big-big bag, I'm seconds away (Uh)
African man, key ring on my waist (Uh)
Locked on Earth, been tryna escape
Hop in the S-Class Merc and send it to space
About wait, what? I'm a different pace
About escape, what? I got keys to the Wraith (Uh)
No diamonds when I step in the place
No fine, got a big ticket today
Online like I'm Digital Dave (Chyeah)
Psyched out and I'ma trip to the grave (Huh, whew)
Kick my sh*t, MMA
Gotta kick my sh*t, we used to be slaves
[Refrain: Lancey Foux]
Are you dumb? (Tch)
Are you dumb? (Yeah, tch, chyeah)
Are you dumb? (Yeah-psyke, tch)
Are you dumb? (Dumb-dumb-dumb, chyeah-tch, woo)
Are you dumb? (Chyeah, tch)
Are you dumb? (Dumb-dumb-dumb, tch)
Are you dumb? (f*ck it, f*ck it, tch)
Are you dumb? (f*ck this sh*t, tch)
Are you dumb? (I'll smack the sh*t out of you, tch)
Are you dumb? (Tch, yeah, chyeah, hey)
Are you dumb? (Tch)
Are you dumb? (Dumb-dumb-dumb, chyeah, tch)
Are you dumb? (Uh-uh, tch)
Are you dumb? (Dumb-dumb-dumb, tch)
Are you dumb? (Tch)
Are you dumb? (Tch)
Are you dumb?
Are you dumb?

[Verse 2: Unknown T & Lancey Foux]
Grr
Listen
Duck, get swished and whooshed like the L.A. Clippers
Go, can we use them dippers?
She heard man tek, it's true, I'm a grippers
Pretty gyal, love titties and arse with a arse and breasts, brudda who's that thickers?
I see no time on your wrist, stop stalling
You ain't that tug if you ain't got figures
Pretty gyal wanna know how we ball like Durk and you know we bust off triggers (Grr)
Drugged up in the court and of course I'm in HMP on remand with killers
Flip dough, bankrolls like Wraith
Now she wanna wiggle that way to my zippers (Eh)
Sweet one on my Smithen and if it was '010 I would call her my piffers (Uh, chyeah, bow)
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
Are you dumb?
Came in a black and white fit like a nun
A-C-I-D roll off the tongue (What?)
Smokin' on grade A+ in my lung
Who? What? Where? What? How? Are you dumb?
Yeah, we the biggest gang under the sun (Sun)
Yeah, that sh*t different, but this one-on-one

[Outro: Cadell]
Fam', it's done now, it's done, you're the G.O.A.T of East London, it's done
I was in North yesterday, but North n*ggas, "Ah, Lancey, why do you like Lancey so much?" Bruv, they thought you was from North
At the end of the argument, I'm like, "Bruv, you know he's from East?" "Oh, he's from East?"
They thought they know so much about you, yeah? They thought you was from North 'cause you already know Skepta, they're so dumb
Ey, bruv, you're the G.O.A.T, I want this at the start of one of your albums, you're the f*cking G.O.A.T 'round here
Anyone f*cks with Lancey, I will personally put my life on it
I will personally put this air I breathe on that you can still breathe, bro
'Cause you're a f*cking G.O.A.T 'round here you f*cking dumb?
Don't let any n*gga tell you sh*t
They'll never know until it's too late, bro, and that's why I hate n*ggas
You're like me, you know so many people, no one don't even know you know these people, 'cause you don't actively bread like these f*ck n*ggas
You're going in, you're going in, the game's over, yeah
Just letting you know beforehand, the game's over, no one can tell you nothing
Anyone tells you anything, then bro, you swing them my way, init? I'll personally put my sh*t on the line, you mad?