Vince Staples - Dumb Young n***a lyrics

[Verse 1: A$ton Matthews] Yeah, uh, got you going down sh**'s creek 6 feet, arms length of a pip squeak Hitting witnesses this week Stick your b**h, bet your mistresses miss me This more like Rudy or N' Sync You are a**, Lance Ba** Base heads in my basement Shooting dice in a play pen, in some beige Tims Trade my friends for some eggs and some bacon Toast with some bu*ter and Adios El vita baby for you muthaf**in maricones Quick to flip, and you know that b**h be down to smoke Now you see me f**er, b**h now you don't Shouldn't've spoke motherf**er, cause now you gone Broke a** n***a with a mouth full of gold With a young dumb n***a, 40 oz to the dome You talk about it, but not 'bout it though I'm somebody she oughta know, I'm oli oxen in all the hoes I spread her legs and then off her clothes [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Pills to the green, licks to the lean Weekend to the Weeknd I got what you need That Glock with the beam send shots to your team Leave your whole damn block gridlock, quarantine Really out here trapping n***a, you just out her rapping If I lift that lil larking bet these b**hes quit that barking It's evident, I'm harder than whoever got a problem And we got them automatics for whoever got revolvers I'ma Chris Mullen shooter n***a, headhunter hall of fame Think I'm bluffing, f** it, bet them grave diggers call yo' name The way we make them choppers bang, you would think Nirvana came To steal the show, nah n***a, we just here to steal your gold Young mossberg give these b**hes the business I shoot him in his front yard head fly to the kitchen Dead right, if the bread right the semi there like every night Like give it here if not, co*k back, head shot [Hook] Young dumb n***a with a trigger off safety Shooting down gay teens, burning down Macy's Young dumb n***a with a trigger off safety Burning down Macy's, shooting down gay teens