Dummy lyrics

[Intro: Shawny Binladen and Kevin Gates]
(di*k all in your stomach, di*k all in your stomach)
Oh yeah
(Pull your hair, slap yo' ass, b*tch you better not do no runnin')
Uh
(di*k all in your stomach, di*k all in your stomach)
Uh
(Pull your hair, slap yo' ass, b*tch you better not do no runnin')
Oh yeah

[Chorus: Shawny Binladen]
I put di*k all in her stomach
Brand new fifty, I just drum it
She gave me māthā and you tongue it, dummy
Opp got shot and he took it on a bunny
Real right [?] and I really get money
Packs just up but this sh*t ain't funny
Wrap up a perc, that sh*t like a mummy (uh)
I'm in the trap with the muddy (uh)
And we just sippin' on muddy (uh)
Shootin' that G like Curry
[?], my vision was blurry
Oh yeah

[Verse: Big Yaya]
I see the money, I used to be blind
If you run up, glizzy make 'em rewind
Trap out while I'm peekin' through the blinds
On a roll, [?] thinkin' I'm [?]
I don't breakdown
I see my day one drop a dime
This a [?] life, they just [?]
Tired of my Glock, damn, I need a bomb
Order my fiend call 'em [?]
Got a muzzle, shoot you then I kill you, then read the Quran
[Verse: FOUR50]
She make it dance, she ain't goin' to prom
Came with a CD, ain't talkin' the ROM
b*tch tryna boogie, this sh*t not a [?]
We go to war in this sh*t like it's 'Nam
Asian b*tch with me, get chicken like [?] (yeah)
Brodie play with the rack like he band man
I'm not the pus*y, I feel like the Sandman
I'm never seein' defeat, I am Toejam
f*ck with a b*tch, I ain't [?] with no hands

[Verse: Big GLTAOW]
Gltaow, uh
Big GLTAOW
Uh
Gltaow
I'm with the gang, we causin' a madness
Takin' no check when I [?] through traffic
Gun go gltaow, I'm lettin' 'em have it
Slide through the front, but I need me the backend
I know how to shoot, you know I ain't passin'
Gltaow, watch how GLTAOW start blastin'
Jump in the V, then I just start maxin'
Ballin' on court got me ballin' like Magic

[Chorus: Shawny Binladen]
I put di*k all in her stomach
Brand new fifty, I just drum it
She gave me māthā and you tongue it, dummy
Opp got shot and he took it on a bunny
Real right [?] and I really get money
Packs just up but this sh*t ain't funny
Wrap up a perc, that sh*t like a mummy (uh)
I'm in the trap with the muddy (uh)
And we just sippin' on muddy (uh)
Shootin' that G like Curry
[?], my vision was blurry
Oh yeah
[Outro: Kevin Gates]
(di*k all in your stomach, di*k all in your stomach)
(Pull your hair, slap yo' ass, b*tch you better not do no runnin')
(di*k all in your stomach, di*k all in your stomach)
(Pull your hair, slap yo' ass, b*tch you better not do no runnin')