Junior Flip, Miami Jack - Da Dumb Way Lyrics

Don't be askin a nigga nothing bout no work
And don't be asking me where I just bought this shirt
Asking questions get yo pussy ass murked
Picture on a t shirt niggas asking where you get that shirt
Bitch first off ima mothafuckin menace
Chain 26 inches with a choppa on the pendant
Hoe nigga you feel offended then say something
I'm chillin with them gremlins nigga ready to take something
I got that iron on me right now ready to straighten something
My lil homie just did a bid ready to spray something
I wake and get that paper I'm inpatient bruh
Say you gon power up on niggas what you waiting for
Bitch I done powered up on niggas Junior flip be going off
I put that shit on everything franks red hot sauce
Niggas be stealing lingo now you got me pissed off
Waking up a dragon boy you in some deep shit dog
I tried to give you niggas a chance to do a song
Niggas get murdered on they own shit flip be writing tombstones
Bitch I done ran outta favors
Drip like baskin and robins you lames running outta flavor
Fuck how you feel I ain't sparing no niggas
If that shit wack you spittin I just don't hear ya
Paint a picture so vivid it don't get no clearer
Flip a Great Dane dog it don't get no bigger
Finego gang I'm in the air nigga I'm bnb up
I Got a bitch like Ella Mae I'm bout to booty boo
Got a bitch like Ella Mae I'm bout to booty boo
I told that hoe to play that foxx which one
I guess the one my nigga say he bout to kick his feet up
Let me fuck you from the back after you eat this meat up
She say you single again I heard you back on the blah
Before she finished put that dick in her mouth
Money Mitch hit my line when the sun come up
Long as it's bands in the streets we gotta run this shit up
I ain't sleep in 2 days I'm back to back with ai's
Aye boy it's money outchea them niggas on the west side
I told my sister grab a rental bitch I'm off to fort Myers
2 dollars for the zip man that's some shit that I can't do
I would've did it for the 4 but shit I had to drive to you
Aye hit them chicos up might as well grab a bully too
The cross strap spray ground but them bands in it
That's yo baby mama whip right there on money Mitch wrist
I'm bout to blackout on you niggas fuck it free cheeks
Aye boy its over when they free cheeks

I tried to give you niggas a chance to do a song
Niggas get murdered on they own shit flip be writing tombstones
Bitch I done ran outta favors
Drip like baskin and robins you lames running outta flavor
Fuck how you feel I ain't sparing no niggas
If that shit wack you spittin I just don't hear ya
Paint a picture so vivid it don't get no clearer
Flip a Great Dane dog it don't get no bigger