Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lil and Dumb , by - Pressa. Song from the album Prestige, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blue Feathers
Song language: English
Lil and Dumb |
| Brrrah, brrrah |
| Brrrah, brrrah |
| Was lil &dumb |
| But no sometimes way dumb |
| My life a gun show, fuck, my life a mess |
| And I grew up with my homies |
| End up seein' you get stretched |
| And my block it ain’t safe |
| Unless you modify your tech |
| They heard every single rumor |
| But they couldn’t say I was that |
| Being mixed with some tags |
| With it, taken off my neck |
| Just some youngins on the block |
| You want smoke, we at your neck |
| We tour just for our respect |
| Tip a nigga you never met |
| C&in' out, we meet at ten |
| Ring my gangsta outta ten |
| That my lawyer beat my case |
| And also thank to judge |
| But every time they Google my name |
| They gon' say that kid was fucked |
| Police gon' try plant a gun on a nigga like al capone |
| And just not to cought me melo |
| Feelin' like I’m etika, melo |
| I cought these shoes Margiela |
| This fifth kick like Marcelo |
| Lamborghini hard yellow |
| We might get too white yellow |
| We pop it like hot hallow |
| Shoot a nigga on pedos |
| He done got his face riddled |
| We was tough from so little |
| Was little and dumb |
| But knows when times were dumb |
| The trap goin' dumb |
| Grand churches go make a duck |
| Trap house full of dubs |
| Cuff a pack right 'fore it’s done |
| That door to hear |
| Was young right clips with a god |
| Was young sellin' drugs |
| But knows when hands get mud (brrrrah) |
| Was knowin' so low |
| Sold to fourteen none shows up |
| Atlanta, John (Johnson) |
| Neighborhood cop |
| I do this for bro (sav) |
| Tdub stay knowin' with bruh (sav) |
| Sav, post came with my right hand man |
| I swear I’m not gettin' back (Wassi) |
| Fuck the opps know I got a mack (mack) |
| Shoot him in his back (blah) |
| Put it all in your back (nigga) |
| I fell in love with the swag |
| That drip come from outta pan |
| I put my block on the map (map) |
| I swear I ain’t talkin' about rap (no) |
| These bullets will make you step back (back) |
| Like Harden (James) |
| My mama still waitin' on a apartment |
| I ain’t here took no artist |
| Jury just raise a market |
| Google me, I got articles |
| I read all of 'em, these bullets stay rain 'em pour |
| Put glizzies in the jaw we gotta smoke 'em more |
| This gang a fuel war, tell me rip your card |
| Put glizzies in the jaw, tell me rip your card |
| Was little and dumb |
| But knows when times were dumb |
| The trap goin' dumb |
| Grand churches go make a duck |
| Trap house full of dubs |
| Cuff a pack right 'fore it’s done |
| That door to hear |
| Was young right clips with a god |
| Was young sellin' drugs |
| But knows when hands get mud (brrrrah) |
| Was knowin' so low |
| Sold to fourteen none shows up |
| Atlanta, John (Johnson) |
| Neighborhood cop |
| I do this for bro (sav) |
| Tdub stay knowin' with bruh (sav) |
| Uh, y’know |
| Long live Wassi |
| You feel me |
| We was young |
| You don’t know |
| I’m still with cro |
| You feel me |
| Trap house to trap house |
| Bando to bando |
| Trapper to a trapper |
| You know I mean |
| You niggas ain’t in the field and shit |
| Ya feel me? |
| We really do this man |
| Shoutout to all the real niggas on the north and shit |
| Gang shit, nigga |