[Hook: Ghetty] Hop on-Hop on up on the track And i'm about to spit that dumb shit Heard-Heard you on the track So this some shit you really wanted Rap-Rap game fucked up But you can't blame me Get-Get me one shot I guarantee i'm going crazy Dumb-Dumb shit, dumb shi-shit Du-Dumb shit, dumb shit Dumb shit, (all i know is...) Dumb shit, dumb shit Dumb shit, dumb shit Dumb shit Bitch, all i spit is...
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] I'm counting papers, rolling papers, watching time fly California grapes, i'm drinking fine wines Me i'm sky high, my bitch down to earth Money in the bank, weed roller in her purse And i ain't slacking on the job, my dawg, i been the lurk Been getting cake, bank [?] Big numbers on the net, so niggas show love And the diamonds on my neck should make these hoes trust On the road, at the venue, filled with model hoes College shows, smoking grade A on the road Bad broad, light skinned Hood niggas, white friends And i ain't talk much as in your face Give me brain cause she say she got a expensive taste Let her rub my tattos, now she flying Smoking zig-zags too, nigga rap like crack so i'm with that
[Verse 2: Riff Raff] Dumb shit Walk inside my house all you see is new couches and thumbprints For instance, i got from a distance You work, i'm the CEO, you get assistance John Stockton, fuck boxing I drop the top on the Porsche Box, Rick Fox I shoot shots, figured i was a globe trot The way i circulize the word Circulize, diamonds got babys and little pearl Im-ima bowlin ball swirl, might be sherbert Work wood like pervert I leave it real specific I'm calling you from canada, long distance Don't make me get resistant I resist arrest, with peace on your chest Throw back Travis Vest, hit em with the left hand I give you a little up front then the rest, man
[Hook: Ghetty]
[Verse 3: Ghetty] 10 on the re-up, white like cocaina Married to my money so i didn't sign a pre-nup Ill stay paper and i stay on some trap shit 20 racks spent and im still spending racks, bitch 50 racks made got me laying in the shade Time to cut the grass, hit these snakes with the blade Saw 'em with a half zip when he came to my city Rolled up two joints, and he blew them bitches with me Shout out my boy Riff Raff, we just out here trying to get cash Do it slow, i might spit it fast, i might speed it up like i hit the gas In that ill state, h-town, Pittsburgh we stay connect Ask her out, i'm well respected from the ill state way down in texas Shining like a neckless, driving reckless Driving Chevys, i won't buy a name , scratching names off a checklist Bout to eat these pussy ass rappers up for breakfast Grab a pen and just wright some fake shit and make your next club hit Me, im going stupid and ima bout to spit that dumb shit Dumb bitch!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
