M.A.R.S. and Twynn The Yung N - Dumb Shi

Oh yeah
I can help you across the street ma'am
Dont even worry about it
I gotcha
Well thank you young man
yeah yeah
Gawd gon bless ya
Fasho just walk this way
Dont worry about that bus coming
That bus aint gon hit you
I sho saw it
Cause I'm walking you
My lawd
Speak up old lady i cant hear
Now watch ya mouth now

Dis song ain't bout shit
But it's sumthin like a sonnet
Ain't nuthin sweet bitch
Pistol grip to ya bonnet
Unlocked cars loaded with iPhones and tripods
We takin all dis shit but we dnt need it
U kno it's both of ours
Better pause
Aww lawd
Black forces
Dressed in all black
It's dem boys
Bout to commit a felony
Where ya phone run dat
U scared
Can't record shit
Kodak black
Resist
I ain't fighting shit
I'm gon blast
Lay u on ya bitchass
Wipe tha gun and dump it
Naw ion kno shit
Wat u mean dnt resist
I been at chili's smokin phillies watching due date and shit
Fuck dem squares and soda
Need a lawyer present
Nigga I ain't saying shit
Fuck u mean who I was with
And I was at where I'm at
Keep on askin questions
Umma cat in tha hat
Gon put me in my cell where u gon hold me at
Soon as I get my phone call I'm up out this bitch
H-town where I reside and tha money b at
So Strippers paid my bail all ones count dat
Thought u had a nigga bill Cosby lean back
Bitch

Oh, thank you sonny boy
No problem ma'am I got you
I told you
Now if you would excuse me
I'm botta go beat this nigga ass
You feel me
Nigga I'll fuck yo ass up

Yung N dove in the water, heard
(Tha,tha,thun,thun,tha)
Started swimming with the sharks, heard
(Tha,tha,thun,thun,tha)
Was eating fish in the wrong hood
(Tha,tha,thun,thun,tha)
(Who the fuck is this nigga all up on your bumper!)
What he said but that nigga aint even mean that shit
I stood up like I was about to leave then I banged that bitch
Right in front of him and what she do?
Enjoyed that dick
He disappeared so I left
He botta kill that bitch
Wes Craven and John Carpenter
Some nightmare shit
She hit my line right after
So I blocked that bitch
Auntie said stop playing they hearts and shit
Well I don't fuck with dudes
Unc said "talk yo shit"
(That's my nephew right there)
The table made for 6 and the stove heating spaghetti
My niggas hitting my line, talkin bout shy ass Shelly
Said she coming to the party so I better be ready
A button up and some jeans like I'm Tommy Vercetti
Vice city shit
I'm on some geeky shit nigga
Drunk an edible wondering why its drinkable, nigga
If its edible
Who really cares my nigga
Make it medical
Like a bleeding cross my nigga

Hoe ass nigga I told you stop honking that got damn horn
Nigga you see me crossing this bitch with an old lady
Get out the got damn car nigga
Get out the car nigga
Bitch ass
That's what I thought

When the gang hanging out I see people scared to ask questions
We ain't tripping on nothing bitch just ask a question
And yes we did come up in this bitch with loaded weapons
I got dick he got a dick ain't no half stepping
Nigga
We ain't lacking on no bullshit
Looking at these hoes with our fingers still on the grip
If it come from underneath bitch
It's gonna rip
Avert your eyes from ya boy
You ont know shit

Oh, oh my god
What happen to him
Oh dont even worry about it old lady
You ready to go though
We can go back across the street
Aint nobody honking horns today

For only $299 you can rent you a real one today
$2.99 girl?
Matter of fact we'll save you some money today
Uh uh
For $9.99
How the fuck?
Get you a real one today
They go from $2.99 to $9.99
How is that a deal?
Where?

Written by:
Allen Harrison, Malcolm Funderburk

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