[Bridge: Ghetty]
Hop on-Hop on up on the track
And i'm about to spit that dumb shit
Heard-Heard you on the track
So this some shit you really wanted
Rap-Rap game fucked up
But you can't blame me
Get-Get me one shot
I guarantee i'm going crazy

[Hook: Ghetty]
Dumb-dumb shit, dumb shi-dumb shit
Du-dumb shit, dumb shit
Dumb shit, (all i know is...)
Dumb shit, dumb shit
Dumb shit, dumb shit
Dumb shit
Bitch, 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 bitch 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 niggas 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 niggas, 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, nigga rap like crack so i'm with that
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