Soncho - Dumb Lyrics

We slangin', I understand me Pussy boy, you better not test me
Got a nine up in my car And this bitch shoot, I'll smit the whiskey
Catch me outside with my new hoe I ain't f*ckin' with my exes
87 hunnids, stem from Arkansas All the way to Texas

My villas hop out with them sticks And walk them down, they call it nicks
We catch you flexin' in your section Might just jack you out your dick
You better not be sweet, slidin' through the eight For sweet niggas, he can't reach us
My block from overseas, but the switch I got came from Texas

You is not a shooter, you be shootin' with your eyes closed
When we catch his ass, we gon' smoke his ass, so don't be surprised
Yellow gold, 10 top, 10 bottom, I'm not plottin
I might just let the opps live so they can see it with they eyes

Let them play with the eight, they gon' get baked like some fries
My brother done bought a Drake, cause he hate clutchin' knives
Niggas ain't never spend no shit, they out here still tryna dive
Nigga, it's 2024, better buy you a gun, you wanna stay alive

Catch me slidin' in the coupe with a belt on me, BTA shit
I caught a chopper, he a llama, when I shoot, I just watch his feet
I hit this one bitch from the back for 30 minutes, she say, bae, I quit
I be ridin' around with dead presidents, this ain't no counterfeit

This DL8 go through bricks, but this a prop gun
Me and my brothers havin' meetings, bout the bodies like we Topson
50 shots comin' out the ARP, I make a cop run
When Socho hop out with them sticks and get the tweak, and he gon' drop some

No soda, I'ma twist the nigga top off and I pop some
You keep on sayin' what you gon' do, I bet this AK pistol stops
You got your rep off of temps, holla at me when you drop some