Dumb Vics Lyrics – LilBuckss
Singer: LilBuckss
Title: Dumb Vics
Ayy
Uh, yeah, uh
Uh-uh
Seen a Chaser, he got back
n#gg#s sad, not bodies
Mix some nine, n#gg#s plat
He really feel some hot sh#t but the 〈.?.〉 wasn’t ready
CCK will dunk your taco, you don’t wanna be like Fetti
Leave your sh#t right at the pump
We catch you lackin’ at that Getty
Celebration for the dead, must clap it up, the switch steady
Wish I could but this here, bro, it’s some ZaZa mixed with BK
I don’t wanna burn the pack so I smoke him every three days
Lil’ bro spin my Glick with GP, he trust his hand, I know he sturdy
f#cked that b#tch just ’cause I rap
I spit some hot sh#t now she flirtin’
n#gg#s keep on sayin’ bro so I smoke Fetti in my verse
BK tried to start the car, it couldn’t fit, it wasn’t working
We cooked Lil Baz at the stop
Swear that he got did the worst way
How the f#ck the n#gg# died a day before his birthday?
Why the f#ck was Baz kept 〈.?.〉 in the first place?
Sold three pieces of Kye first day out, this my first play
How we bend the bottom? Couple of Glocks, only one Drac’
Spin on every block inside the trunk, all in one day
n#gg# tried to run and then got put on the front page
Put up, let my gun out, treat the 9th like a gun range
Go, we caught him walkin’ in them boots
Like, where the f#ck you tryna go?
We hit n#gg#s in their head, go ask them about Lil Lo
I just f#cked on this opp b#tch and made that b#tch walk home
I just might take a piss on Hoodie Man headstone
Front line for what? We turn that #ss to Runtz
I be feelin’ like Lil Sko when the switchy buss
I don’t remember what that n#gg# caught, I think, like, fifty plus
And my Gen-5 go from a semi to a fully
I don’t bring D1 around n#gg#s, he a bully
n#gg# diss the gang, I’ma laugh when we cook him
Heard we was a vet, he got cooked by a rookie
They know I gotta bring them pistols in if they book me
It’s crazy how Lo movie ended with a stroller
It’s crazy how that beam turned BK into a doja
The guys just called me with the drop, I told ’em hold it
We get on them drops, n#gg#, we don’t postpone it
Man to man in combat, get up close to your opponent
Box him in then click the button, got him fried for all that trollin’
n#gg# breathin’ in and out, grabbed his chest, he bet’ hold it
When Lil Fetti 〈.?.〉, drop a four inside my soda
He ain’t diss 〈.?.〉, we gotta catch him while he rollin’
f#ck a opp b#tch for the drop and get the bag
That’s what I told her
A lot of Glocks and fully mags, a one for two tryna look for 〈.?.〉
Caught Lil Baazy at that stop and put his face right on a poster
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