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Dum, Dumb, and Dumber (Explicit) - Lil Baby/Young Thug/Future
Lyrics by：Juke Wong/Dominique Jones/Jeffery Williams/Nayvadius Wilburn/Wesley Glass
Composed by：Juke Wong/Dominique Jones/Jeffery Williams/Nayvadius Wilburn/Wesley Glass
Produced by：Wheezy/Juke Wong
Frozen stones in the air D's at the bottom
GA certified before I was GIA certified
I'm stayin' with cash every time you see me you know?
I want to see rappers playin' duck to catch a duck you know?
Trickin' niggas who trickin' niggas you know?
Supercar-drivin' Gulf Stream-flyin'
Designer-wearin' golden child you know?
WHAM Wheezy outta here
Let's go
Hoppin' off a plane to a mac
Hundred times platinum **** a plaque phew
Bulletproof the tires run 'em flat
Cutthroat I give her one chance oh yeah
Slut her out and gave her one band no problem
Twenty-five cars one man driveway like a mini dealership
He went sour 'cause we bent his whip you bold
Crack smoker I was livin' wrong
Weird h*es I ain't dealin' with 'em
Overseas they love a real nigga European
She don't like it but she deal with it she stingy
'Rari's back-to-back that's tough two million
Mirrors 'round the corner that's sus skrrt
Puttin' on stuff best dressed new drip
Flip phone black Nike Tech my kind
We done done all what's next?
Boss Man the name on the checks
First one's come through trim
Dipset Jim Jones baller?
Life of a ******* hustlerholic how much?
She know not to test me I'ma call her how much?
Bro in prison livin' through a pack yeah yeah
Farewell I don't see a scratch real close
She ain't mine if she don't got me tatted no way
OCD need everything intact clean up
******* tryna play me like I'm wack
Real P I better not go for that
Ridin' through Detroit in all black
Pullin' up on Pluto in the 6 bird gang
Hood full of d**e-slanging tricksters
I come from that 4 I'm a real one I came up
Yeah nigga King Spider back
I'on even believe I was locked up for real for real
I was havin' my way the whole time fool
Y'know what I'm sayin'? yeah
Two Lamb' coupes four Lamb' trucks
Pullin' up what the ****? what the ****?
Neck wrist fingers slush sheesh
Order ten G's that's us hee
New Rolls Cullinan truck skrrt
Dog on the side like a bus yeah
Shawty mad ain't going back and forth huh
Never heard a rich nigga fuss no
Heard these niggas going out sad
'Rari truck came with a bed
Only ****in' overseas ****
These US ******* kinda bad
College ***** I made her leave her frat
For my brother gave that ***** a pass
Trappin' in the studio I'm glad
Break a bale the junkie get the trash hee
I was taught to pay a ***** to leave yeah
I go Birk' Chanel for the fleece birks
Fold 'em every time like a sheet fold
I been on a boat screamin' "ski" ski
Saint Laurent they bring it to the beach beach
She was Portuguese and Middle East woo
She snorted off the key snorted
Got her screamin' RIP to Keed RIP to Keed
Niggas can't stand us uh-huh
Doggy put your mans up okay
Walked her down in Lanvins yeah
Pocket full of grandparents okay
Old school the Trans Am one skrrt
Cullinan the ambulance one skrrt
You good your mans can't come yeah
I don't give a **** 'bout nothin'
Yeah
Brr brr ski
Ayy say gang
Pulp it don't thick like syrup
Elevator pad at the crib
Shopping bags all on the floor
Never seen me twice with a ho
Backyard vibes by the ocean
Driveway look like a car show
Three hundred-fifty million I'm the GOAT
Custom leather Pucci on the door
Fifty birds of dog on my wrist
C*****e droppin' off my *****
Thirty-two shots with the glitch
Talkin' Vicks then we talkin' Chris
Micro mini' with a beam
Puttin' the side h*es in Celine
Geekin' off the millions like a bean
Push a button and make your momma grieve
Eat it up she work it for a boss
Out the country livin' like a boss
Princess-cut ain't showin' all the flaws
Graduated cookin' up the raw
Pushin' skateboard Tony Hawk
Crankin' up the car when I talk
Alligator Hermes stuff
Dropped a million dollars on a truck
Codeine bottles they for us
Put them legal sticks on the bus
Auditory straight to pent
Three bad ******* gettin' hit
Solitaires made the eyes squint
Smell the dirty money through the vents
House full of dead presidents
WHAM
Spider