DÜMMY

Aha, DAB-772 on the track, bitch Let me clear it up for this shit, how the speed is crazy, my nigga I don't even know where the f*ck they do this at right here It's that sound, down south, 772 Florida shit, bitch Ayy, when you come in, take your shoes off, you ain't runnin' Sit the f*ck down and listen up, boy We got them packs, but we ain't play like little toy, hell nah We gotta come and pull up hot Where the f*ck they do that at Cut your lights off, bitch, this is a drop I don't even give a f*ck, it's hot I don't even really care what's up Bitch, better put on that hat Bullet the windows up and kill the cop like that Ayy, don't turn your fucking phone on either Hold that fucking light, it's too bright You attractin' too much attention, bro Nah, they profiling out here Put your hoodie on, leave the seat back, and listen here We don't give a f*ck We pull up with straps and blinks and all type of shit We got coke in our sock, we got hair on in our pants and we don't even give a f*ck What's up with your mama, your auntie, and your brother What's up, bro I gave her packs, a little breath behind the crib It's got some trees I think they like fatty How the f*ck they know about that shit These niggas ain't 17, they like 12 Ho, gotta go I don't even know what the f*ck they do to that dope But just know that these niggas got bigger sticks than you Bitch, asshole I don't give a f*ck, bro Got so many oppas I'ma chop a stopper, let them know I'ma chop the block and whip it up and put it on the scale I don't give a f*ck I got bags and bags everywhere I'm trying to stack it to the sky I don't give a f*ck You already know that I'm that fucking guy D-A-B-7-7-2 and what I speak is true So just know what the f*ck I tell to you is true All day I don't care, I don't play You don't have to play with me You ain't got a lot of kick in my G Just keep it a buck and you will see D-A-B-7-7-2 Coming live right at you Look behind you, bitch I'm right here