Dumb Crasy lyrics

?Moncler drippin double g on my waistline
4 or 5 stacks by the 10 imma make mine
On go I can’t stop like somebody cut my brake lines
I pull up [] running like I told em hit the baseline
You ain't gettin no money stop all that flagon
His block like butter when we hit it we slidin
When I click on that trigger make the bullets start flyin
It ain't safe for no [] if i shoot a [] dying
When I up with the stick then the mommas start crying
Then the cops gone come hit the block with the sirens
And I am really crazy I should be in an alliance
If your ass wanna diе then play with your time
And the b*tch thought it’s sweet tryna play with my mind
Thеn I hit her from the back and i’m breakin her spine
Then I dip on a b*tch just for wastin my time
Can’t f*ck with the hoe cause she always lying
I just jump in the rocket preparin for take off
Workin 24/7 wit no days to take off
U snatch what i earn 40 blowin ya face off
I been had the juice I just needed a break off
Bulldog status pockets filled wit cabbage
I pull in the money attract like a magnet
Say ma where the smoke n she reach in the cabinet
Say bro where the opp n he send me a addy
Doodle do do that’s guap mathematics
Yo gang wanna problem I give out subtraction
Won’t let off that Glock till I feel satisfaction
It’s 4SL and we step over savage
Red carpet thru ya hood tryna have me walk thru
Real big sligga betta watch who u talk to
No cap one call my sligga gone off you
And them big presidents only people I talk to
I’m vampin all night ain't got time to snooze
They ain't wanna let me in so imma make my room
Smoking on pressure this sh*t givin me the blues
Imma real ass [] i’m some u not post to lose
[] I win or learn but I ain't never lose
Bridges was burned I got these b*tches choosin
Blowin on gas I’m kickin and cruisin
Up makin money ain't got time for snoozin
b*tch imma dog supa a beast
They done f*cked let me off of the leash
I just got a check just like nike elite
Quick get em gone erased delete
Won’t talk to these b*tches because they get aggy
The guap in my pocket my pants lookin baggy
I smoke me a blunt then go fix me a sandwich
Then hop in the booth and spit out some damage
I’m happy as f*ck got more guap than my daddy
A brand new b*tch and she just came from paris
And she call me daddy but i’m not her parent
Got a stick with a scope got some bullets for sharin
f*ck all that painin it’s back to the trappin
Rob me a [] then cop me a jacket
Keep me a steel u get cut like a packet
New Glock call it ghetto because that b*tch ratchet
My chain is so bright you might need solar glasses
I chop off your hands if a b*tch try to snatch it
f*ckin on b*tches while skippin my classes
U hate on the drip but u still try to match it
Thought we was cool but u snake u a faggot
U sneak on my girl n act like it didn’t happen
I catch u in traffic I’m workin my magic
Make that b*tch stretch her throat like she elastic
Told my momma I’m savage can’t help like an addict
Knock a b*tch out if she touch on my fabric
Ball on the Glock imma pass it like magic
Been stuck in the trenches one chance imma grab it