Joe Dumars

Lyrics

[Intro] (Getta Beats) (It's BlueStrip, baby) (Yeah, ayy, ShittyBoyz) Yeah We'll bring that to yo house, Joe Dumars Okay, yeah, okay Fuck around, yeah (ShittyBoyz) Yeah (ShittyBoyz) [Verse] We'll bring the field to yo house, Joe Dumars Put that dub down, I could pull that off of two cards Shooting jacks out, passing bags, I'm a two guard What's up with the diss songs? Don't know who you are That's the type of shit to get you stomped, nah, probably shot You could shoot a shot with my bitch, nah, probably block Hunnid shots left him Human Torched, we got his body hot Soon as she wake up, she gon' treat me like a lollipop You got demon DNA? Oh, till you angel dust Talking 'bout you need an eighth? Oh, I need eighty bucks Site crazy, BIN crazy, just grabbed a crazy punch I ain't gon' lie, if you ain't us, boy, you lame as fuck Wild 'N Out, stay with the cannon like I'm Chico Bean If you ain't gang thеn it's fuck you, bitch, I'm CeeLo Green Looking at my pop like a scoreboard, I need a three This a one dip, twеnty seconds, I could flee the scene It's 2020, boy, you finished if you upping eight bands That's damn near his ass is blade dancing in some Ray-Bans Mirror tint, one night, two bitches in the same trance Stan got two sticks, he gon' fire like a caveman Tryna fight? Must be from Atlanta, you a brave man I be chilling, ain't gotta get off, I let my chain dance Cash App flips kinda slow but you'll get paid, ma'am See you got a lil' money now but you the same ham Eyes low, swinging sticks, I look like Ichiro Suzuki I be tripping, Amiri stitching dripping, this shit off the Gucci Real scam vet, please don't ever think that I'm a newbie White sock, block a ham but, bitch, I'm Lillard when I shoot I don't trip up with the Visas, I'm a wizard when I use them Put that bitch in drywall, boy, you see me, why your trigger neutral? Can't get you hip but you better go and get into it Pro scammer turned to Pro Tools, I done switched to music When you getting money, it's like bitches getting hit by Cupid Great credit score but I think this lil' bitch is stupid Every bitch turned they back on me somewhere in the sewage Just know if I ever go, I'm up there getting to it Just know yo bitch only yo bitch when she with you (Yeah) Just know I'm Tron Wick, I'll hit you with a pistol (Yeah) Just know yo main mans, he can't even switch to (Yeah) Just know I'm leaving hoes sick, get yo tissue (Yeah) In a store, tell a bougie bitch like, "Pick yo Clear Fruit" This ain't Fornite but if it was, you'd be Tier 2 Art brought the Laffy Taffy in, I can't hear you (Damn) In my live off a fake page, you so weird, dude Fear of God on, you dumb as fuck you think I fear you Ain't no hustle in yo blood and I ain't standing near you Thirty-four shots, fuck around and Paul Pierce you Talking 'bout a Demon, really Saturn when you steer through 2000s baby, young as hell with oldhead money Big bank take lil' bank, cash on me, ten, dummy Come and get yo bitch, she irritating tryna vent to me Lil' bitch ew, got a man out here head hunting '018, me and Stan was in the Benz thumbing Everybody talking down on me, I'm ahead of 'em Mike Amiris got a big loaf, I heard you bread crumbing Ca—California king, my ex bitch out here bed bugging