Lil and Dumb - Pressa

Brrrah, brrrah

Brrrah, brrrah

Was lil &dumb

But no sometimes way dumb

My life a gun show, fuck, my life a mess

And I grew up with my homies

End up seein' you get stretched

And my block it ain’t safe

Unless you modify your tech

They heard every single rumor

But they couldn’t say I was that

Being mixed with some tags

With it, taken off my neck

Just some youngins on the block

You want smoke, we at your neck

We tour just for our respect

Tip a nigga you never met

C&in' out, we meet at ten

Ring my gangsta outta ten

That my lawyer beat my case

And also thank to judge

But every time they Google my name

They gon' say that kid was fucked

Police gon' try plant a gun on a nigga like al capone

And just not to cought me melo

Feelin' like I’m etika, melo

I cought these shoes Margiela

This fifth kick like Marcelo

Lamborghini hard yellow

We might get too white yellow

We pop it like hot hallow

Shoot a nigga on pedos

He done got his face riddled

We was tough from so little

Was little and dumb

But knows when times were dumb

The trap goin' dumb

Grand churches go make a duck

Trap house full of dubs

Cuff a pack right 'fore it’s done

That door to hear

Was young right clips with a god

Was young sellin' drugs

But knows when hands get mud (brrrrah)

Was knowin' so low

Sold to fourteen none shows up

Atlanta, John (Johnson)

Neighborhood cop

I do this for bro (sav)

Tdub stay knowin' with bruh (sav)

Sav, post came with my right hand man

I swear I’m not gettin' back (Wassi)

Fuck the opps know I got a mack (mack)

Shoot him in his back (blah)

Put it all in your back (nigga)

I fell in love with the swag

That drip come from outta pan

I put my block on the map (map)

I swear I ain’t talkin' about rap (no)

These bullets will make you step back (back)

Like Harden (James)

My mama still waitin' on a apartment

I ain’t here took no artist

Jury just raise a market

Google me, I got articles

I read all of 'em, these bullets stay rain 'em pour

Put glizzies in the jaw we gotta smoke 'em more

This gang a fuel war, tell me rip your card

Put glizzies in the jaw, tell me rip your card

Was little and dumb

But knows when times were dumb

The trap goin' dumb

Grand churches go make a duck

Trap house full of dubs

Cuff a pack right 'fore it’s done

That door to hear

Was young right clips with a god

Was young sellin' drugs

But knows when hands get mud (brrrrah)

Was knowin' so low

Sold to fourteen none shows up

Atlanta, John (Johnson)

Neighborhood cop

I do this for bro (sav)

Tdub stay knowin' with bruh (sav)

Uh, y’know

Long live Wassi

You feel me

We was young

You don’t know

I’m still with cro

You feel me

Trap house to trap house

Bando to bando

Trapper to a trapper

You know I mean

You niggas ain’t in the field and shit

Ya feel me?

We really do this man

Shoutout to all the real niggas on the north and shit

Gang shit, nigga