Dum, Dumb, and Dumber (Explicit) - Lil Baby/Young Thug/Future

Lyrics by：Juke Wong/Dominique Jones/Jeffery Williams/Nayvadius Wilburn/Wesley Glass

Composed by：Juke Wong/Dominique Jones/Jeffery Williams/Nayvadius Wilburn/Wesley Glass

Produced by：Wheezy/Juke Wong

Frozen stones in the air D's at the bottom

GA certified before I was GIA certified

I'm stayin' with cash every time you see me you know?

I want to see rappers playin' duck to catch a duck you know?

Trickin' niggas who trickin' niggas you know?

Supercar-drivin' Gulf Stream-flyin'

Designer-wearin' golden child you know?

WHAM Wheezy outta here

Let's go

Hoppin' off a plane to a mac

Hundred times platinum **** a plaque phew

Bulletproof the tires run 'em flat

Cutthroat I give her one chance oh yeah

Slut her out and gave her one band no problem

Twenty-five cars one man driveway like a mini dealership

He went sour 'cause we bent his whip you bold

Crack smoker I was livin' wrong

Weird h*es I ain't dealin' with 'em

Overseas they love a real nigga European

She don't like it but she deal with it she stingy

'Rari's back-to-back that's tough two million

Mirrors 'round the corner that's sus skrrt

Puttin' on stuff best dressed new drip

Flip phone black Nike Tech my kind

We done done all what's next?

Boss Man the name on the checks

First one's come through trim

Dipset Jim Jones baller?

Life of a ******* hustlerholic how much?

She know not to test me I'ma call her how much?

Bro in prison livin' through a pack yeah yeah

Farewell I don't see a scratch real close

She ain't mine if she don't got me tatted no way

OCD need everything intact clean up

******* tryna play me like I'm wack

Real P I better not go for that

Ridin' through Detroit in all black

Pullin' up on Pluto in the 6 bird gang

Hood full of d**e-slanging tricksters

I come from that 4 I'm a real one I came up

Yeah nigga King Spider back

I'on even believe I was locked up for real for real

I was havin' my way the whole time fool

Y'know what I'm sayin'? yeah

Two Lamb' coupes four Lamb' trucks

Pullin' up what the ****? what the ****?

Neck wrist fingers slush sheesh

Order ten G's that's us hee

New Rolls Cullinan truck skrrt

Dog on the side like a bus yeah

Shawty mad ain't going back and forth huh

Never heard a rich nigga fuss no

Heard these niggas going out sad

'Rari truck came with a bed

Only ****in' overseas ****

These US ******* kinda bad

College ***** I made her leave her frat

For my brother gave that ***** a pass

Trappin' in the studio I'm glad

Break a bale the junkie get the trash hee

I was taught to pay a ***** to leave yeah

I go Birk' Chanel for the fleece birks

Fold 'em every time like a sheet fold

I been on a boat screamin' "ski" ski

Saint Laurent they bring it to the beach beach

She was Portuguese and Middle East woo

She snorted off the key snorted

Got her screamin' RIP to Keed RIP to Keed

Niggas can't stand us uh-huh

Doggy put your mans up okay

Walked her down in Lanvins yeah

Pocket full of grandparents okay

Old school the Trans Am one skrrt

Cullinan the ambulance one skrrt

You good your mans can't come yeah

I don't give a **** 'bout nothin'

Yeah

Brr brr ski

Ayy say gang

Pulp it don't thick like syrup

Elevator pad at the crib

Shopping bags all on the floor

Never seen me twice with a ho

Backyard vibes by the ocean

Driveway look like a car show

Three hundred-fifty million I'm the GOAT

Custom leather Pucci on the door

Fifty birds of dog on my wrist

C*****e droppin' off my *****

Thirty-two shots with the glitch

Talkin' Vicks then we talkin' Chris

Micro mini' with a beam

Puttin' the side h*es in Celine

Geekin' off the millions like a bean

Push a button and make your momma grieve

Eat it up she work it for a boss

Out the country livin' like a boss

Princess-cut ain't showin' all the flaws

Graduated cookin' up the raw

Pushin' skateboard Tony Hawk

Crankin' up the car when I talk

Alligator Hermes stuff

Dropped a million dollars on a truck

Codeine bottles they for us

Put them legal sticks on the bus

Auditory straight to pent

Three bad ******* gettin' hit

Solitaires made the eyes squint

Smell the dirty money through the vents

House full of dead presidents

WHAM

Spider

Ayy say gang