Dummy Boy Songtext
von Thouxanbanfauni

Bands, bands, bands, bands
Bands, bands, bands, bands
Guap, all of the cash
Bands, lean
Keeping that shit in my bag, bands

Can you name a nigga who got rich without committin′ sin
Judge say you need to grow up, that's why they take me in
Shoutout to my partners, wit′ them numbers when I needed 'em
Couple niggas stabbed my back, back when I believed in them

Old hoes, jus old hoes, so I deleted them
Jew money, daily new money, boy go get you some
I ain't rich, but I get them bands, so I ain′t no bum
Chasin′ dreams while I'm chasin′ funds from honchos to the ones


Stompin' in my Air Force One′s, like I weigh a ton
Thought her hat game was fye but fuck wait till she tie that bun
26, biggest thottie bitch, but innocent like a nun
Won't thumb no ass rather thumb the cash
Fuck yo′ niggas and ones

I seen yo' mans, and I peeped yo' ex, you like cheeser boys
Greedy boys, broke n needy boys, bitch come feed me boys
Homeboys, always home, boy, I′m never home, boy
Gone boy, don′t get Joan boy, hit my phone boy
Grown boy, I'm my own boy, fuck a known boy
Lone star, chillin′ wit' yo′ bitch, I ain't a lone boy
Young Figueroa, don′t give no oath, get to know me, boy
Ain't really wit' all that talkin′, I′m a show me, boy

Wifey look like a Muslim Kim, Kendall, Khloé, boy
Like them gold necks and watches, and them vintage Rollie's boy
Lil′ throw tried to paranoid me run up on me boy
Bah! Aye, dummy like a bitch, you's a dummy boy