Yeah, Yung Sky hop on the beat, you know he goin' dumb
All these people talkin' shit, they really think that they the ones
All I gotta do is show my AK and they finna run
Tired of all these lame-ass motherf*ckers, yeah, I'm really done
Hoppin' out the V, I got the heat like it's the f*ckin' sun
I got all these diamonds on my neck, you know it weigh a ton
They ask me how many people better and I tell em' none
I don't really do this shit for real, you know I'm havin' fun
Haha
Yeah, I do this shit for laughs
And I still took your bitch, you know we started talkin' up in class
She didn't really wanna be with you, she wanted upper class
You was clockin' in while I was in there, f*ckin' from the back
F*ckin' from the back, yeah, all you heard was f*ckin' claps
Your man think he gon' f*ck with me, he don't know I got the strap
Your man say he gon' f*ck with me, but we know that shit is cap
All I gotta do is up that bitch and then it's f*ckin' wraps
Up that bitch and then it's f*ckin' wraps
B40 here, yeah you know we finna run it back
Creep around that corner, now bro turn into a running back
I'm a real menace, I'ma shoot him where his stomach at
But I call up Black, he on go, we finna send him home
Make plays like I'm Popovich, but on my other phone
If you ain't wake up and make a rack, nigga, you're movin' wrong
Jump out the V, I hit his head, now he can't move at all
I'm off that Adderall
Shootin shit, LaMelo Ball
Off of York, I get him gone
Game six, we send him home
Windows tinted, body chrome
Jump out that bitch and hit his dome
That's the shit that I be on
Crazy shit, I take his soul
Hop out the V, nigga, where you goin?
New whip, but this bitch is stolen
Me and Sky, we in the city rollin
Tennis chains, the diamonds glowin
Man, look at the diamonds, you know that they shinin
I'm tired of the bitchin', can yall stop the whinnin
I'm shootin' that bitch and it's on perfect timin
Yeah, bitch, it's on perfect timin
I'm on that perfect timin, lil' bitch, you know that it's up
I hear you runnin' around and you talkin' that shit
Like, bitch, I don't give no f*ck
You callin' my girl all these names
Man where is your shame
Don't pull up on me when it's tucked
And she not a bop but she boppin' her head to the music
Lil' bitch, you know what's up
And bitch, I wish you would pull up to the crib
Like, PTV, I'm gon' shoot
I hear you talkin' all that f*ck shit
Like, bitch, I'll put you on mute
And bitch, you not threat
Yeah, there's nothin' that you gon' do
And when I put you in your coffin
Man hell's where you goin' to
Bitch
Yung Sky - GOING DUMB (feat. B40) Lyrics
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Yeah, Yung Sky hop on the beat, you know he goin' dumb
All these people talkin' shit, they really think that they the ones
All I gotta do is show my AK and they finna run
Tired of all these lame-ass motherf*ckers, yeah, I'm really done
Hoppin' out the V, I got the heat like it's the f*ckin' sun
I got all these diamonds on my neck, you know it weigh a ton
They ask me how many people better and I tell em' none
I don't really do this shit for real, you know I'm havin' fun
Haha
Yeah, I do this shit for laughs
And I still took your bitch, you know we started talkin' up in class
She didn't really wanna be with you, she wanted upper class
You was clockin' in while I was in there, f*ckin' from the back
F*ckin' from the back, yeah, all you heard was f*ckin' claps
Your man think he gon' f*ck with me, he don't know I got the strap
Your man say he gon' f*ck with me, but we know that shit is cap
All I gotta do is up that bitch and then it's f*ckin' wraps
Up that bitch and then it's f*ckin' wraps
B40 here, yeah you know we finna run it back
Creep around that corner, now bro turn into a running back
I'm a real menace, I'ma shoot him where his stomach at
But I call up Black, he on go, we finna send him home
Make plays like I'm Popovich, but on my other phone
If you ain't wake up and make a rack, nigga, you're movin' wrong
Jump out the V, I hit his head, now he can't move at all
I'm off that Adderall
Shootin shit, LaMelo Ball
Off of York, I get him gone
Game six, we send him home
Windows tinted, body chrome
Jump out that bitch and hit his dome
That's the shit that I be on
Crazy shit, I take his soul
Hop out the V, nigga, where you goin?
New whip, but this bitch is stolen
Me and Sky, we in the city rollin
Tennis chains, the diamonds glowin
Man, look at the diamonds, you know that they shinin
I'm tired of the bitchin', can yall stop the whinnin
I'm shootin' that bitch and it's on perfect timin
Yeah, bitch, it's on perfect timin
I'm on that perfect timin, lil' bitch, you know that it's up
I hear you runnin' around and you talkin' that shit
Like, bitch, I don't give no f*ck
You callin' my girl all these names
Man where is your shame
Don't pull up on me when it's tucked
And she not a bop but she boppin' her head to the music
Lil' bitch, you know what's up
And bitch, I wish you would pull up to the crib
Like, PTV, I'm gon' shoot
I hear you talkin' all that f*ck shit
Like, bitch, I'll put you on mute
And bitch, you not threat
Yeah, there's nothin' that you gon' do
And when I put you in your coffin
Man hell's where you goin' to
Bitch
All these people talkin' shit, they really think that they the ones
All I gotta do is show my AK and they finna run
Tired of all these lame-ass motherf*ckers, yeah, I'm really done
Hoppin' out the V, I got the heat like it's the f*ckin' sun
I got all these diamonds on my neck, you know it weigh a ton
They ask me how many people better and I tell em' none
I don't really do this shit for real, you know I'm havin' fun
Haha
Yeah, I do this shit for laughs
And I still took your bitch, you know we started talkin' up in class
She didn't really wanna be with you, she wanted upper class
You was clockin' in while I was in there, f*ckin' from the back
F*ckin' from the back, yeah, all you heard was f*ckin' claps
Your man think he gon' f*ck with me, he don't know I got the strap
Your man say he gon' f*ck with me, but we know that shit is cap
All I gotta do is up that bitch and then it's f*ckin' wraps
Up that bitch and then it's f*ckin' wraps
B40 here, yeah you know we finna run it back
Creep around that corner, now bro turn into a running back
I'm a real menace, I'ma shoot him where his stomach at
But I call up Black, he on go, we finna send him home
Make plays like I'm Popovich, but on my other phone
If you ain't wake up and make a rack, nigga, you're movin' wrong
Jump out the V, I hit his head, now he can't move at all
I'm off that Adderall
Shootin shit, LaMelo Ball
Off of York, I get him gone
Game six, we send him home
Windows tinted, body chrome
Jump out that bitch and hit his dome
That's the shit that I be on
Crazy shit, I take his soul
Hop out the V, nigga, where you goin?
New whip, but this bitch is stolen
Me and Sky, we in the city rollin
Tennis chains, the diamonds glowin
Man, look at the diamonds, you know that they shinin
I'm tired of the bitchin', can yall stop the whinnin
I'm shootin' that bitch and it's on perfect timin
Yeah, bitch, it's on perfect timin
I'm on that perfect timin, lil' bitch, you know that it's up
I hear you runnin' around and you talkin' that shit
Like, bitch, I don't give no f*ck
You callin' my girl all these names
Man where is your shame
Don't pull up on me when it's tucked
And she not a bop but she boppin' her head to the music
Lil' bitch, you know what's up
And bitch, I wish you would pull up to the crib
Like, PTV, I'm gon' shoot
I hear you talkin' all that f*ck shit
Like, bitch, I'll put you on mute
And bitch, you not threat
Yeah, there's nothin' that you gon' do
And when I put you in your coffin
Man hell's where you goin' to
Bitch
Writer: Brian Smith, Skylar Walsh
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