Dumb sh*t lyrics

[Chorus: Rayy Dubb]
I'm tryna run me up a check but n*ggas get mad
Tryna run me up a bag but n*ggas get mad
Broken heart so my sh*t can only get bad
Heard my n*gga say he know me, that's just so sad
You know I'm on it, want it
You know I'm full of that dumb sh*t
Come get your b*tch 'cause she horny
But I would not lead you, I would not lead you on

[Verse 1: Rayy Dubb]
b*tch you gotta go
I told you three or four times that I'm in the studio
My n*ggas right behind me, they gon' up with that pole
But nah instead you probably think I want another ho
I reversed the beat, I had to f*ckin' switch the flow
Light his body up and watch him drop to the floor
I swear I never ever really seen this sh*t before
I'm on another level but my fame is cutthroat, ayy
If them boys come after me
Swear to God it's gon' be a murder scene
Nah b*tch, I ain't even missin' with a beam
I ain't even missin' with a beam
You know if them boys come after me
I swear to God it's gon' be a murder scene
And nah b*tch, I ain't even missin' with beam
Nah, I ain't even missin' with beam, ayy

[Chorus: Rayy Dubb]
I'm tryna run me up a check but n*ggas get mad
Tryna run me up a bag but n*ggas get mad
Broken heart so my sh*t can only get bad
Heard my n*gga say he know me, that's just so sad
You know I'm on it, want it
You know I'm full of that dumb sh*t
Come get your b*tch 'cause she horny
But I would not lead you, I would not lead you on

[Verse 2: Jay Million]
Them b*tches, they'll trick you for they love
I'm not a nice guy, baby girl I'm a thug
I ran up them bands just from playin' in the slums
It drizzle through the hood, b*tch I'm livin' in the storm
Project livin' baby, in the coupe goin' crazy
It be sunny out so she say I'm actin' shady
She my side b*tch but she not my old lady
We want all the smoke, tell them f*ck n*ggas pay me
I'ma get them bands and I'ma split it with my bro
You be on that hate sh*t, you be actin' like a ho
Rayy Dubb, that my brother, if you diss him we on go
Knock you out your flesh and turn you to a shadow
I just want that money, f*ck the fame, f*ck the clout
n*ggas actin' clumsy, they be trippin', fallin' out
I just want that money, f*ck the fame, f*ck the clout
n*ggas actin' clumsy, they be trippin', fallin' out
[Chorus: Rayy Dubb]
I'm tryna run me up a check but n*ggas get mad
Tryna run me up a bag but n*ggas get mad
Broken heart so my sh*t can only get bad
Heard my n*gga say he know me, that's just so sad
You know I'm on it, want it
You know I'm full of that dumb sh*t
Come get your b*tch 'cause she horny
But I would not lead you, I would not lead you on