Dumb Young n*gga lyrics

[Verse 1: A$ton Matthews]
Yeah, uh, got you going down sh*t's creek
6 feet, arms length of a pip squeak
Hitting witnesses this week
Stick your b*tch, bet your mistresses miss me
This more like Rudy or N' Sync
You are ass, Lance Bass
Base heads in my basement
Shooting dice in a play pen, in some beige Tims
Trade my friends for some eggs and some bacon
Toast with some butter and Adios
El vita baby for you muthaf*ckin maricones
Quick to flip, and you know that b*tch be down to smoke
Now you see me f*cker, b*tch now you don't
Shouldn't've spoke motherf*cker, cause now you gone
Broke ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
With a young dumb n*gga, 40 oz to the dome
You talk about it, but not 'bout it though
I'm somebody she oughta know, I'm oli oxen in all the hoes
I spread her legs and then off her clothes

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Pills to the green, licks to the lean
Weekend to the Weeknd I got what you need
That Glock with the beam send shots to your team
Leave your whole damn block gridlock, quarantine
Really out here trapping n*gga, you just out her rapping
If I lift that lil larking bet these b*tches quit that barking
It's evident, I'm harder than whoever got a problem
And we got them automatics for whoever got revolvers
I'ma Chris Mullen shooter n*gga, headhunter hall of fame
Think I'm bluffing, f*ck it, bet them grave diggers call yo' name
The way we make them choppers bang, you would think Nirvana came
To steal the show, nah n*gga, we just here to steal your gold
Young mossberg give these b*tches the business
I shoot him in his front yard head fly to the kitchen
Dead right, if the bread right the semi there like every night
Like give it here if not, c*ck back, head shot
[Hook]
Young dumb n*gga with a trigger off safety
Shooting down gay teens, burning down Macy's
Young dumb n*gga with a trigger off safety
Burning down Macy's, shooting down gay teens