Dummy

Lyrics

[Intro: Shawny Binladen and Kevin Gates] (Dick all in your stomach, dick all in your stomach) Oh yeah (Pull your hair, slap yo' ass, bitch you better not do no runnin') Uh (Dick all in your stomach, dick all in your stomach) Uh (Pull your hair, slap yo' ass, bitch you better not do no runnin') Oh yeah [Chorus: Shawny Binladen] I put dick 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 shit ain't funny Wrap up a Perc', that shit 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 Bitch tryna boogie, this shit not a [?] We go to war in this shit like it's 'Nam Asian bitch with me, get chicken like [?] (yeah) Brodie play with the rack like he band man I'm not the pussy, I feel like the Sandman I'm never seein' defeat, I am Toejam Fuck with a bitch, 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 bending 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 dick 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 shit ain't funny Wrap up a Perc', that shit 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 Tint in the car, my vision was blurry Oh yeah [Outro: Kevin Gates] (Dick all in your stomach, dick all in your stomach) (Pull your hair, slap yo' ass, bitch you better not do no runnin') (Dick all in your stomach, dick all in your stomach) (Pull your hair, slap yo' ass, bitch you better not do no runnin')