Ghetty - Dumb Shyt lyrics

[Bridge: Ghetty] Hop on-Hop on up on the track And i'm about to spit that dumb sh** Heard-Heard you on the track So this some sh** you really wanted Rap-Rap game f**ed up But you can't blame me Get-Get me one shot I guarantee i'm going crazy [Hook: Ghetty] Dumb-Dumb sh**, dumb shi-dumb sh** Du-Dumb sh**, dumb sh** Dumb sh**, (all i know is...) Dumb sh**, dumb sh** Dumb sh**, dumb sh** Dumb sh** b**h, all i spit is... [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] I'm counting papers, rolling papers, watching time fly California grapes, I'm breaking fine wines Me i'm sky high, my b**h down to earth Money in the bank, weed roller in her purse And i ain't slacking on the job, my dawg, I been alert Been getting cake, bank (?) Big numbers on the net, so n***as show love And the diamonds on my neck should make these hoes trust On the road, at the venue, filled with model hoes College shows, smoking grade A, honor roll Bad broad, light skinned Hood n***as, white friends And I ain't gotta talk much as in your face Give me brain cause she say she got expensive taste Let her rub my tattos, now she flying Smoking zig-zags too, n***a rap like crack so i'm with that [Hook: Ghetty] [Verse 2: Riff Raff] Yuh, dumb sh** Walk inside my house all you see is new couches and thumbprints For instance, I got it from a distance You work, I'm the CEO, you get a**istance John Stockton, f** boxing I drop the top on the Porsche Box, Rick Fox I shoot shots, figured I was a globe trot The way I circulize the word Circulize, diamonds got babys little pearl I'ma bowlin ball swirl, might be sherbert Work wood like pervert I leave it real specific I'm calling you from Canada, long distance Don't make me get resistant I resist arrest, with piece chain at chest Throw back Travis Vest, hit them with the left hand I give you a little up front then the rest, man [Hook: Ghetty] [Verse 3: Ghetty] 10 on the re-up, white like c**aina Married to my money so i didn't sign a pre-nup Ill stay paper and I stay on some trap sh** 20 racks spent and im still spending racks, b**h 50 racks made got me laying in the shade Time to cut the gra**, hit these snakes with the blade Saw 'em with a half zip when he came to my city Rolled up two joints, and he blew them b**hes with me Shout out my boy RiFF RAFF, we just out here trying to get cash Do it slow, I might spit it fast, I might speed it up like I hit the gas It's that ill state, H-Town, Pittsburgh we stay connect Ask her out, i'm well respected from the ill state way down in Texas Shining like a neckless, driving reckless Driving Chevys, i won't buy a name, scratching names up off the checklist Bout to eat these p**y a** rappers up for breakfast Grab a pen and just wright some fake sh** and make your next club hit Me, I'm going stupid and ima bout to spit that dumb sh** Dumb b**h!