DaLo - Dummies

Who the fuck want to talk down on a young nigga authority
Get ultra violent make them call authorities
Drip make you blind ultra violet light
Y'all still taking xans hope y'all niggas sleep tight
Canary yellow diamonds like piss on ice
Nearly over confident
Bitch my ego at heights
Bitch need a bone
Hope she don't bite
Kick her out the door
Bitch bye bye
Ballin like mike in these two two threes
Crack you in the skull like a two two three
Pull out two thirties at two twenty three
Feel in your face ain't talking Osea
Oh see ya later
About the paper
Dollar bills
Benjamin franklins
Frankly nigga eat a dick hating
Call the scouts
Boy you in for a favor
Oops
Forgot this ain't a gym
You in your feelings
Forgot about who is him
Sauce spilled severe
Clones tryna get the gear I wore years ago
That's not him
Portraying my style
Peep the imitations
Simulating style you my kids with no fucks given
Ha laughing at them, Balling on them
James harden on them
Ballin on my haters
Since an adolescent
Young nigga learned a lot of lessons
Blessing
Pray for a savior
You niggas dissected like pigs in a slaughterhouse
Crash dummies

You niggas is crash dummies
Front and act mad funny
We just be balling bro
I got that bag on me
I'm talking about cash money

What's the topic yea you heard can't live like trash B
Who is he that hate on me
You ain't never seen him
Niggas creeping like some geeks watching me like Te-Vo
Reality can't fuck with me negro
My ego busy paper stacking
Don't fuck with none
Cause all y'all back stabbers
Growing up look where them niggas who claim loyalty
Back bleeding in pain
Now I'm counting blessings holding these
Who the fuck is you talking to me
Nigga delusional I do not talk to no goofies you stupid hoe
I don't want to hear no bullshit unless it's about an advancement
Do the right thing or you might get corrected like test or be absent
No Teacher you'll learn a lesson
Stepping over fake shit like walking through a stage
You just an actor living in a play
You need direction need to check them off the list
You checked off the hitlist of Mr Die Alone Live Once
You crash dummies need to give up

You niggas is crash dummies
Front and act mad funny
We just be balling bro
I got that bag on me
I'm talking about cash money

Written by:
Dominic S.

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