Chef - Dumber

Yeah, yeah huh, yeah huh
Yeah, okay now they know what's up
I done came in with like four baddies had em lapping up
Rolling up I got like four banana backwoods getting stuffed
Know I'm all about the bag only cash getting cuffed yeah
I done hit her with the flavor got a taste and now she sweating
She wanna get close she tryna cool off by necklace
Card game killer, play what I was dealt with
Had to stop saving niggas had to learn how to be selfish
Boss moves? Yeah it cost a few but I can manage
Top two and I ain't talking two you understand me?
Talk smooth, Bob with the tool I got my hammer
But it's all cool, I just stick to rapping like a bandage, yeah
Okay, diamonds having seizures call the ambulance
I was broke found a medic then I ran shit
You ain't tryna make bands I don't want to plan shit
Bum niggas something I won't even shake hands with
Fuck the small talk I want big money conversations
Too fly for the bottom yeah I had to switch locations
Step out say good morning to the clouds cause them my neighbors
Niggas say that I don't be around but I been getting paper
Getting money and they hating now they fronting on em
I was trying to shine with em now I'm stunting on em
Never gave em anything how you want something from em
Made myself a big dog now they running from em yeah
Niggas try but they got nothing on em
Knew I would slide but they ain't know how I was fucking coming
And I been grinding every night all fucking summer
And I been going dumb but guarantee we doing dumber, yeah
You can fuck with who lil dude? You talking silly
Could've read yo shit in braille and I still wouldn't feel it
Whole clique holding, please don't get it twisted
My homie gotta couple screws loose but he'll drill em
Had to cut a couple off but it's all business
Do my dirt, I just put in work til it's all finished
In the vert I can make it skirt if the law tripping, stay alert
I'm gone do the dash fore I let em search won't let em get me
I'm a full blooded, money getting, hoe snatching
Pack flipping, big baller, big status
Bitch it's Big Chef, son of the don I got it cracking
They said I was moving wrong but I took off and went past em
You know time is money what the fuck I look like waiting
Had to show these niggas I ain't nothing to be played with
I'm a hood doctor I got million dollar patients
Yeah I started from the bottom I'm escaping
Getting money and they hating now they fronting on em
I was trying to shine with em now I'm stunting on em
Never gave em anything how you want something from em
Made myself big dog now they running from em
Niggas try but they got nothing on em
Know I would slide but they ain't know how I was fucking coming
I been grinding every night all fucking summer
And I been going dumb but guarantee we doing dumber, yeah
I said, okay now they know what's up
I done came in with like four baddies had em lapping up
Rolling up I got like four banana backwoods getting stuffed
Know I'm all about a bag only cash getting cuffed yeah

Written by:
Traiven DeGraffenreidt

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