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Going Dumb Explicit contentE

levon171

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Lyrics

Intro

Yeah

Uh

Lil boy

Yeah

Chorus

I be going dumb on this beat you would think I'm sped

Money on my head like a bounty in the wild west

Racks on racks on racks I can't even count the rest

Diamonds hit the light like a mirror on my chest

I be going dumb on this beat you would think I'm sped

Chains on my neck got me leaning like a car crash

Smoke in the air got me floating like a jet lag

You would think I'm sped the way I'm going dumb on this beat

Pre-Chorus

Yeah

They don't know the half

No they don't know the half

Verse 1

Rockstar life I ain't never had a plan B

Bitches in my phone yeah they blowing up my addy

I just bought a watch and it cost a whole salary

Money growing tall like a garden in the valley

Call me what you want but I know that I'm the man

Whole lotta bands in my other hand

I be in the stu till the sun come up again

Pour a four up in my cup and I ain't sharing

Verse 2

Uzi in the building and I'm dripping like a faucet

Told her bring a friend cause I'm way too saucy

She said she a fan well of course she is

I just copped a whip and it don't need a key to start it

Big drums in my ears yeah they knocking like a landlord

I been in my bag since a youngin on the boulevard

They was sleeping on me now they waking up and going hard

I don't do no talking I just pull up in the foreign car

Chorus

I be going dumb on this beat you would think I'm sped

Money on my head like a bounty in the wild west

Racks on racks on racks I can't even count the rest

Diamonds hit the light like a mirror on my chest

I be going dumb on this beat you would think I'm sped

Chains on my neck got me leaning like a car crash

Smoke in the air got me floating like a jet lag

You would think I'm sped the way I'm going dumb on this beat

Verse 3

Spacey in the whip yeah I'm riding through the stars

Took her to the moon now she acting like a martian

I ain't never stressin' I be chilling with the martians

808s bang yeah they hitting like a war drum

They was throwing shade now they sweating in the sun

I just made a mil and I did it for the fun

Shorty on my line yeah she begging me to come

I be going dumb going dumb going

Verse 4

Yeah ima go dumb on this beat (dumb)

Have a marathon watch me run on this beat (run it up)

Feel like yung thug having so much fun on this beat (fun)

Melting all your popsicles the way I am bringing this heat (heat)

Moxley in this bitch because you know I'm all elite (elite)

I be dressing like a chef the way I'm serving all these beats (chef)

Shorty tried to play me now she standing in the street (stand)

I ain't never lost a thing I only take the W's

Call me Uzi Vert I'm in the clouds and I ain't coming down (down)

Bought another chain and it's dancing like a prom now (prom)

They be on my page tryna copy what I'm on now (on)

I don't need a pen I just say it and it's gone now (gone)

Chorus

I be going dumb on this beat you would think I'm sped (dumb)

Money on my head like a bounty in the wild west (bounty)

Racks on racks on racks I can't even count the rest (racks)

Diamonds hit the light like a mirror on my chest (ice)

I be going dumb on this beat you would think I'm sped (sped)

Chains on my neck got me leaning like a car crash (lean)

Smoke in the air got me floating like a jet lag (float)

You would think I'm sped the way I'm going dumb on this beat (dumb, dumb, dumb)

Outro

synth solo

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