Testo Going Dumb - Chase Martin
Testo della canzone Going Dumb (Chase Martin), tratta dall'album Going Dumb - Single
I'm going dumb, I'm going stupid
Heard that where you from, y'all don't really do shit
Oh, he got a gun? Do he know how to use it?
'Cause I heard he a punk and not the ones that make music
I'm going dumb, I'm going stupid
Heard that where you from, y'all don't really do shit
Oh, he got a gun? Do he know how to use it?
'Cause I heard he a punk and not the ones that make music
Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to pop off, they see me walk in, I drop jaws
Lock in, keep a pistol on me like my paw paw
If I go buy a shotty, turn it to a sawed off
Not from LA but they know I'm the real Top Dawg
What you 'gon do, boy?
They see my pockets got a lot of dough like I'm a Jew boy, yeah
They know I'm getting to it, it's nothing new, boy
Before emancipation, I could have went and bought a few boys, yeah
Hey, I'm on my shit, bitch
My bank account look like it ain't 'gon never run out of digits
Tell 'em not to ask me how I got it, mind your business
I'm out here pushing weight but not at Planet Fitness
I'm rolling but not a Crip
When I say I'm rolling, that means in a stolen whip
On my way to make a serve, if I see twelve then Imma dip
Chase me, I'll make sure nobody go home without getting hit, bitch
I'm going dumb, I'm going stupid
Heard that where you from, y'all don't really do shit
Oh, he got a gun? Do he know how to use it?
'Cause I heard he a punk and not the ones that make music
I'm going dumb, I'm going stupid
Heard that where you from, y'all don't really do shit
Oh, he got a gun? Do he know how to use it?
'Cause I heard he a punk and not the ones that make music
Okay, I'm serving out the pack, real rap, no cap
Boy, I ain't wearing no baseball hat, fuck is a Yankee? (Imma tell you)
Bunch of janky ass, lazy mofucka's from the North part of the map
Hating on 'em is a sport and I'm a four star quarterback
And take them timbs off, bitch, girly ass boots
Take yo ass to the bodega and get some regular shoes
And make sure to spread the word to the rest of yo dudes
And God, please, if I hear someone else say "chopped cheese"
I'm turning into prime Rocky and knocking shit the fuck out
A good reason why I never plan on leaving the South
To the bone, this is home and the rest of that shit can get gone
I'm automatic on a beat
I gets it done because I'm tryna make my momma proud of me
Know I'm the one and if I'm not right now, one day I gotta be
One day I gotta be
I'm going dumb, I'm going stupid
Heard that where you from, y'all don't really do shit
Oh, he got a gun? Do he know how to use it?
'Cause I heard he a punk and not the ones that make music
I'm going dumb, I'm going stupid
Heard that where you from, y'all don't really do shit
Oh, he got a gun? Do he know how to use it?
'Cause I heard he a punk and not the ones that make music
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