R U Dumb X4 (Ft. DaBoii)

[Intro: X4]
(FBEAT go crazy)
Huh

[Chorus: X4]
When we pop up on y'all back block, nigga, don't run
Rich Crip, walk around with ten just for fun
Stitched lips, johnnies ask me somethin', ain't respond
He a big bitch, asked him what he on, he said nothin'
That nigga frustrated 'cause he ain't got no funds
Pull up in the spaceship, feelin' like I'm Trump
Told her, "You ain't gettin' no dick from me 'cause you bunk"
Told her, "You ain't gettin' no chip from me, are you dumb?"

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Pop up on a nigga block, what you run for? (What you run for?)
You don't want no problems with my niggas 'cause they cutthroat ('Cause they cutthroat)
Loudmouth whip, I gleek on 'em, left 'em hush mode (Shh)
Bad bitch, but she ain't got no dough, we don't fuck those (We don't do it)
Yeah, if she ain't got no dough, she gеttin' kicked out (She gettin' kickеd out)
You ain't got a hundred to your name, then, nigga, sit down (Shut up)
Count this shit over ten times, I don't miscount (I don't miscount)
You don't got no say-so in the crib, that's your bitch house
He ain't got no say-so on the crib, that's his bitch spot (That's his bitch spot)
This a good Rollie, 41, ain't no tick-tockin' (Ain't no tick-tockin')
And let a nigga speak up on my bitch, he gettin' Chris Rocked
Fuck I look like clutchin' on a torch? This a big Glock (Boom, boom)
I ain't clutchin' on no torch, this a G-Man (This a G-Man)
Why you in Miami with the stick? I'm a Heat fan (I'm a Heat fan)
I be in L.A. with the Crips, eatin' weed, jammin' (Yop)
Switch on the yeah, see them niggas, it's gon' keep blamin', nigga