G3lo Gl1zzy 2x - Goin' Dumb

Heard you was talkin shit
What the fuck is you doin

I found a ratchet
Im a tool so I'm screwin

Lane 8
In a G glass Im cruisin

Im goin dumb
So STFU
Or you finna get a bruisn

Ayo Lil Bitch its time
40 Glock bleed'em in line
Its that Moscow State of Mind
Why you keep jarrin bout opps
But you cannot fuck wit the opps
Im shootin straight at the cops
While ya bitch give me top
Ayo lil bitch get OFF
Ayo Lil Bitch its time
40 Glock bleed'em in line
Its that Moscow State of Mind
Why you keep jarrin bout opps
But you cannot fuck wit the opps
Im shootin straight at the cops
While ya bitch give me top
Ayo lil bitch get OFF

Got ya bitch screamin gelo
While she talkin on the cell phone
Pourin Champagne down her back
Let her throw that shit back
Puttin hunneds in her thong
She Shakin all night long
How do you feel son
She giving neck like mia
Your choice
Malkova or Khalifa
Got that extendo
Im spraying shit
Like coke wit the mento
Im goin mental
Im going dumb
Shootin shit out
Like rapapapum
Ye
The drum go rapapaopum
Shootin shit like its for fun
Reak shit li bitch you should run

30 Percs 30s
A 30 for 30
Im ESPN
Broadcasting
The next broad I sex
Yo chick is next
She hit me up wit a text
She said 2 X what you doin
I said nun bitch why
She said come to my crib and do me
I said hold up lemme smoke this doobie

Ayo Lil Bitch its time
40 Glock bleed'em in line
Its that Moscow State of Mind
Why you keep jarrin bout opps
But you cannot fuck wit the opps
Im shootin straight at the cops
While ya bitch give me top
Ayo lil bitch get OFF
Ayo Lil Bitch its time
40 Glock bleed'em in line
Its that Moscow State of Mind
Why you keep jarrin bout opps
But you cannot fuck wit the opps
Im shootin straight at the cops
While ya bitch give me top
Ayo lil bitch get OFF

Big drip
On the shades
Big drip
On my braids
Durag
Keep the swag tight
In the Benz
Wit the limelight
PF1
Like davis
Only god
Can save us
Pick yo poison
LIke vegas
PF1
I'm Anthony Davis
LAX
On private
Im the one puttin in milage
Fly out to the islands
Ye my money be wildin
Tunnel vision
Through my third eye
1st division
No joke
Moonrocks
What I smoke
So many chains
I think I might choke

You the one bein Cheeky
Quit playin you need me
Rollin papers
Fuck swishers
Shit make me yack wit liquor
Run wit my squad
Get richer
Goin 105
Fast pitcher
Lil bitch you ain't gang
Get outta the picture
Mixin this Karma
Its like an elixir

Ayo Lil Bitch its time
40 Glock bleed'em in line
Its that Moscow State of Mind
Why you keep jarrin bout opps
But you cannot fuck wit the opps
Im shootin straight at the cops
While ya bitch give me top
Ayo lil bitch get OFF
Ayo Lil Bitch its time
40 Glock bleed'em in line
Its that Moscow State of Mind
Why you keep jarrin bout opps
But you cannot fuck wit the opps
Im shootin straight at the cops
While ya bitch give me top
Ayo lil bitch get OFF

Written by:
Angelo Conrado

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