KidCarlos - DO EM DUMB!

Pull up with the big boy chopper screaming do him dumb
Diamonds froze on my neck know they drip a ton
All I had to do was point that thing cause he a chump
Pull up in that black hellcat yelling red rum
Come see this
She blowing up my phone, got her fiending
I'm geeking
We beat that boy down now he leaking
He sleeping
Did him so dirty got him dreaming
No reason
But I'm balling no rookie season
He going to pull up in that hot, hot, hot box uh-huh
Pull out Draco Gra-Gra-Gra-Gra uh-huh
And my teeth filled with rocks, rocks, rocks uh-huh
30k, that's a lot, lot, lot uh-huh
I've done lied to you, I don't got no plans
But I do got the Uzi make him dance
Oh man
Pull up to the mall about to drop some stacks
Better get back cause you know I got the gat
Get back
Yeah I'm rocking Jordan's, I'm rocking 23's
Make sure that my name is what you don't speak
Just dropped 3k all on my feet
No Dwayne Wade but you can get this heat
Pull up with the big boy chopper screaming do him dumb
She got a big body not talking trucks
Nine with the laser we've done made him run
I want to blow up, yeah talking number one
Talking out his neck that chopper get to busting
She going to drop it low yeah ain't no discussion
We going to this bread yeah ain't talking muffin
Run up on the gang the Glocks get to upping
Looking at him through the scope I got perfect aim
When you driving through the city all you hear is bang
We don't care what you speak on whatever you claim
But if you want the smoke then that's all you got to say

Written by:
Carlos Munoz

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