Crib Collective - Dumb Shit

I'm on some dumb shit
That you better run  shit
That what have you done shit
Don't make assumptions 
We'll run up the function
And it's always some shit 
I'm on some dumb shit 
That stick with drum shit 
That rum pum pum pum shit 
Im on some dumb shit 
Dumb shit  
At twenty years old
Thought I was stunting
Little did I know consequence of it
Product of a kid with not a meal in his stomach
Fuck a deal I'm really for a million substances
Better not wine
I'm a buyer not a seller
Ima demon 
I'm the reaper
Ima cheater
Ima killer
Ima Leader
Non-believer
Ima leave her
Wide receiver 
Quiet down 
Like acapella
Bully off his leash can I get a dog check 
Ima about to be up on these chains regardless 
Strike me like a bolt of lightning I'm chargin'
Bitch when it rains it pours bitch I'm marching
Shaking in my boots
Lemme change to Jordan's 
I'm changing ranks and I ain't taking orders
Like I don't belong like an angels horn
That's word to Marty 
M3L just sing the chorus 
I'm on some dumb shit
That you better run  shit
That what have you done shit
Don't make  assumptions 
We'll run up the function
And it's always some shit 
I'm on some dumb shit 
That stick with drum shit 
That rum pum pum pum shit 
Im on some dumb shit 
Dumb shit  
I'm on some dumb shit 
Thirty-eight in a twenty-five 
Now all the cops thinkin' I'm drunk Shit 
I left the function 
Stopped for a ticket
But Cuffs on my wrists 
Now my Ubers is bumpin'
Talkin' that dumb shit 
I was At your momma house hanging out the window seal 
But the friends gone chill
On some Fun shit 
Took a night drive
Fell Asleep at the wheel 
Teeth for a meal
Real nigga
Talkin' that Gum shit
Hit a semi had to wanda how the cosmos spare a Timmy 
Maybe move the many 
Groove to any tune 
Soon the Music bare a penny
With the dumb shit 
Crispy wavy call me sun-chip
Bitties waiting in my dungeon 
Shoot all this truth from my gunship 
Spotted the beat in the alley my oop if I dunk this 
I'm on some dumb shit
That you better run  shit
That what have you done shit
Don't make  assumptions 
We'll run up the function
And it's always some shit 
I'm on some dumb shit 
That stick with drum shit 
That rum pum pum pum shit 
Im on some dumb shit 
Dumb shit  
You know I keep a bad bitch on the bat phone
Tryna keep me low-key like her dad home
Pull up on her late night with the lasso
She say a nigga bad news for her backbone
Leave after midnight imma asshole
Tip toe when I sneak out the back door
No keys for the whip keep the lights low
But now I'm thinkin' what I'm really doing that for?
Cause shorty make her own bread like a bakery 
She scam niggas left-right but it's faith in me
She bouta spend her whole life tryna wait for me
The wrong man for the job like a fake degree
That's tough talk from a man scared of being alone
It's back roads to the studio that's living in humble abode 
I'm checking my phone 
I kinda hope she gimme the tone
Before I get home 
What's wrong with my dome
I guess I'm on some dumb shit
Stupid
Stupid
Dumb shit
Dumb
You're so dumb

Written by:
Brian Kilfoyle, Grey Houston, Jamel Richmond

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