Dumb N Dumber Flo

Lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike] (My nigga, Lee, I think we got another one) Bitch, hmm Huh [Verse 1: RMC Mike] Mix the ah with the yeah with the ooh, nigga, okay Bro ain't have no dope, so how the fuck he catch a dope case? I'm downtown Nashville lookin' for a snowflake The diamonds in his pendant kinda real, but the rope fake I just did a drill in a Honda, it's a '08 I just made a play for seven thousand at the four-way, hmm They kicked him off the game, he don't get no play, hmm He flexin' with a watch, but that bitch so fake I wouldn't even let my kids wear that shit My brother Trey got a free body, check the еvidence Rio buyin' all the pints and won't sеll a bit, hmm Nina speak when I tell her, she intelligent Brodie watch the fuck out, I got a better mix Mix the Act', Tris, and Qua', this a better mix Bro six hundred in on them necklaces I'm tryna fuck her sis, who? Alexis' Two-hundred bucks on my neck and wrists Who got some Act' pints? We collectin' it I'm just tryna fuck, bae, I can't be affectionate You got a gaffle for your brother, then I'm fetchin' it Speedin' in a new Charger, it's electric Fuck Netflix, she in the back doin' neck tricks Hmm, I'm finna OD off the drank, this a death wish PLR-16, this a Kel-Tec She don't speak English, but I'm tryna fuck the Nail Tech This a smell check, can you spell sex? Her pussy wasn't shit but it smelled fresh I bought the bitch a one-of-one Chanel vest [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] Nah, huh Fucked the bitch, then left, she start whinin' like a Hellcat I made a million dollars, that's a real fact I made two million dollars, then I set back She been suckin' dick so long, she want her neck back I know she got some good cat, she got a big back The way she suck the dick, she like a wet vac' I just bought ten bricks from a wetback, that's a Mexican Every time I buy the drink from my granddaddy, he lecture me Nigga, I been drinkin' Actavis since seventeen I'm talkin' thirteen years ago, not 2017, that's when Kaz was born They hit him with some big shit, he got a half an arm, you know who I'm talkin' 'bout The bitch pussy was so good, I had to walk her out The drank man bullshit and I'm finna stalk him out The bitch think I'm comin', finna stall her out Soon as I bust my nut, then I'm walkin' out Two hundred on the chain I'm finna give these dirty motherfuckers somethin' to talk about If the bitch pussy bad, I'ma call her out The drank man say the Tris gone, we bought 'em out I was sittin' on the bench, I'm a baller now If my brother sell all the drank, that's what we fallin' out about We ain't never fallin' out 'bout no dusty ho Outfit, ten racks, I'm kinda musty, though [Verse 3: RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG] The bottom of her feet black, I wouldn't touch the ho Why me and Deja get into it? I don't fuckin' know This shit got on my nerves, I'm finna fuckin' go What you got a attitude, what you cussin' for? The bitch pulled up, I made her touch the floor She wanna fake sell dope, I made her bust a O We blew that shit up, made 'em tuck and roll This shit I'm totin' on'll make a bus explode I had to hit Mike shit 'cause my cup was gone I'm tryna fire up some Wham, but the blunt was gone [Interlude: Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike] I woke up lookin' for Bud, like, "Where my cousin go?" Like where my cuz at? (Where the drugs at?) Where some love at? (Yeah, where my hug at?) Bitch, where my hug at? (Yeah) Like why the fuck you get done takin' a bath and the tub black? (Damn) Where my gun at? (Hahaha), I need some lo' Where my ones at? (Yeah) Where my Forces at? (Mm, mm) We be with this shit (Where them bitches at?) [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike] (My nigga, Lee, I think we got another one) Nigga, we be shit talkin', not important rap, this not hip-hop I said thirty-two hundred for some flip-flops You made a hundred racks, then you flip-flop Hmm, after you suck my dick you can kick— ayy After she suck the dick you can kick rocks Bitch, kick rocks Anyway, I already met you at a pit stop, you a prostitute Hmm, hmm, bitch think she the one, but that's not the truth Bitch think she the one, she not the two She not the three, she not the four Hmm, she not a whore That nigga was hot, but he not no more (Damn) He ain't know what he doin' with the strap and he shot the floor He fell on the ground and I shot the floor (Damn, mm-hmm, now pop the— alright) My pot was more (Hmm), your pot was less (Four) Mike said his pot was four (Hahaha) Four months, bro, we gotta tour (Nigga) We got some new pussy I wanna explore Huh, brodie like, "Mike, I don't wanna get shot no more" (Ha, ha-ha) That nigga said he don't wanna have opps no more (Hmm) He shot so many times, he won't drop no more (Hmm) That nigga got shot, he gettin' popped some more (Okay)