Dumb Flows lyrics

[Intro: Fadess]
(Yo, Kelly, run that sh*t back)
Mhm
Yop
Double S, but I'll never snake my n*gga

[Verse 1: Fadess]
I got dumb flows, you don't know which one comin'
If 'trol blitz, then we runnin', it's on my waist by my stomach
Two fifty clips, that's a hundred, you seen this sh*t, you'd vomit
No sympathy for a woman, put bullets all in her bonnet (Mhm), yeah
Don't think this sh*t sweet, ain't no love, you could get beat
Set me up, leave you six feet, just tell me what the lick read
I swear to God, I ain't goin' out like no buster
I'm f*ckin', I got my cutter, sh*t, f*ck that b*tch, I don't trust her (I don't trust no b*tch)
She runnin' game, she probably done f*cked my brother
And want a n*gga to cuff her, but I'ma just go and stuff her (What the f*ck?)
b*tch, what's the issue? Hell nah, I don't miss you
Got her legs on the shoulder, I like to hit it from this view (I'm finna beat it)
f*ck I look like to kiss you? Tyler already hit you
Got her screamin' and kickin', look like she doin' jiu-jitsu
f*ck I look like to kiss you? Tyler already hit you
Got her screamin' and kickin', look like she doin' jiu-jitsu

[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
Yeah, look like she doin' jiu-jitsu (Jiu-jitsu)
These n*ggas that be hatin' really softer than some tissue (Than some tissue)
Won't get no fame up off my name, n*gga, I can't diss you (I can't diss you)
f*ck that b*tch, I'm lovin' mary jane, I promise I won't miss you (b*tch, I won't miss you)
Yeah, that lil' b*tch ain't gettin' missed (Huh? Huh?)
In the booth and I'm with mary jane, you know she gettin' kissed (n*gga, what?)
Got them trophies in my mouth, I crack a smile, it's like p*ss (Glee)
I might run that money up, go bust it down straight on my wrist (n*gga, yeah)
Step out dope-boy Nikes, n*gga, I don't never need designer (Need designer?)
Your lil' b*tch keep blowin' up my phone, but I just decline her (b*tch, get the f*ck)
n*gga think he got the baddest, but my b*tches, they be finer (Yeah, they finer)
If you say that man your brother, then he 'posed to come behind you, n*gga (Come behind you, n*gga)
Slice a b*tch like I'm Chucky, told your lil' b*tch come suck me
n*gga know we got f*ck cheese, bands, you know I touch these
Young and hot, she my puppy, twin, you all in my muppy (Glee, glee)
And your lil' b*tch wanna f*ck me, none these n*ggas can't touch me
Tell her get back, she musty, n*gga chain turnin' rusty
Man, these n*ggas, they disgust me, better get your b*tch, she blushing (Yeah)
Just sit back, it ain't no rushing, and your lil' b*tch know she f*cking (For sure)
Gotta go and get them bucks in, n*gga, that's end of discussion
[Verse 3: C Stunna]
Better look for that bag, tryna find me
All the sh*t you made up in your trap, that's my booking fee
City know to call out Stunna name when they tryna eat
I don't trap, but one phone call, I could supply the streets (For real)
Finesse a jit so good, he still be reposting my music
Ain't a jit up out my city I did not influence
He compared himself to me, that had him lookin' stupid
Stuntin', flexin', poppin', you know I do it
n*ggas know straight fades come behind Stunna
You gon' have to pop a Perc' to get what I'm on
Heavy dripper, man, this 'fit could supply a pond
Stick get to swingin', have him movin' like he Megatron
n*ggas know I'm quick to take off like a Migo
n*gga makin' moves behind this mic just like I'm Tito
Why your b*tch heart my story? That keep boostin' up my ego
Touchin' on my chain, in my hood, that's a free throw

[Outro: C Stunna]
n*gga
That's a free shot, b*tch
Stunna