Dummy (feat. Deviin)

Spinning in that phantom we gon turn him to a ghost yuh, We smoking on yo daddy he got up in a post Bitch they know I'm getting money I ain't even gotta boast I ain't even gotta brag to you bitches Got two Glocks with big ass nuts, they gon sag with them switches Man you bitches do the most, You a fag with no riches Mothafuckas get no money, Bullets feed up in his tummy Spin my block? Boy you a dummy Shooting all the living when we all up on yo block All yo homies dead, lonely boy don't even try to talk Got caught by the feds, it don't matter Ima let it pop Do this shit forever yeah pussy I will never stop Yo, yo, yo WHAT THE HELL What the f*ck mane I'm on your block I'm chilling with a (K, K) I'm on your block it ain't (Fair, fair) I'm on your block and you (Scared, scared) She wanted me I don't (Care, care) I'm on your block in a phantom Little brody you gotta man up Little bro turning him into a phantom And my spinning schedule ain't random Look on my schedule who finna die today I'm on his block and he cried today Spinning his block he gets fried today I'm on his block with a nine today I'm on his block it ain't funny Bullets be turning him into a dummy You know that she be hopping like a bunny (Why you a hitman?) I want money, like what? Spinning in that phantom we gon turn him to a ghost yuh, We smoking on yo daddy he got up in a post Bitch they know I'm getting money I ain't even gotta boast I ain't even gotta brag to you bitches Got two Glocks with big ass nuts, they gon sag with them switches Man you bitches do the most, You a fag with no riches Mothafuckas get no money, Bullets feed up in his tummy Spin my block? Boy you a dummy