Goin’ Dumb by K-Fix Lyrics
[Hook:]
Money murder mayhem
Bitch you know what’s up
Got the club going stupid dumb bitch you know it’s us
Why you bustas get crunk
Memphis niggas get Bar
If you bout and you know it nigga go and hit em up
What you doing
I'm goin’
I'm goin
I'm goin
Goin’ dumb (x4)
[Verse 1]
Creeping out the dark
Quick to catch a nigga stepping while you haters talking shit
You better start to run
I'm bout the magazine and the chrome thang
Put it to your temple
Pull the trigger cause of thug they carry guns
Busting a nigga we live for the skrilla we about make G’s
And bout making bail
If you start talking shit bitch you goin’ to the opposite of heaven
My nigga that’s hell
Chilling in the club get a real puff
Pop at someone’s chest someone hand the bottle finna chug
Busting niggas that be talking shit
That hater know ima fucking pivot
Throw em in the distant get me fucked up
Crashing through the crowd throwing trash like a fucking child
Look a creepy child need to follow up on my nun style
Chilling like a villain ima about a make killer when i'm on the cloud nine
We smoke up on my fucking child
You fucking with the sinister nigga who pull a trigger on bosses and bitches
Coming to get ya cause you know I pettish
And putting you out of commission
With fully loaded choppers that can suffer the heat in a expedition
And feeling like i'm full up in a cell and waiting to make a killing
Cause it’s all about the bitch and mess and get while im chilling
Watching with me skinny dipping in the back of my car
No really cause the krucafix wanna be living
But now i'm on a mission just to catch a nigga slipping
Steady gripping ima whip it cause the trigger finger itching
That register murder and agony pain and brutality
Quick i'm bringing two rowdy niggas cause you didn’t listen
I'm all about the gripping nigga start the wheel spinning
When I come I got it right
You can laugh but ima let ya partner take a gun
And why my niggas and the family
Who got the reputation off some motherfucking fear
[Hook:]
Money murder mayhem
Bitch you know what’s up
Got the club going stupid dumb bitch you know it’s us
Why you bustas get crunk Memphis niggas get Bar
If you bout and you know it nigga go and hit em up watch doing
I'm goin’
I'm goin
I'm goin
Goin’ dumb (x4)
[Verse 2]
Yeah I gotta keep G fo’
And i'm representing all the chillers
That are steady ain’t nobody fucking with
When the instrumental drop hard we goin’
About to kill it and I bet you like a runner for a drug you about to feel it
And im straight up outta Memphis
When I burn you like a philli and if you ain’t got no pistols
Then you really tryna get it
Run up on with a chopper he gonna need more to send it with me
Let’s have a mighty when I tell I reload you can get around
And if you from outta town then you damn near need to get away from around
Here cause you might not make it back you might get shot up
Fade to blackmail but pull in as of there’s a mouth on the street foul round here
So I get up bust an auto with them rounds down here
Cause the jealous motherfuckers wanna see me in the hurt
Taking the dirt niggas in their jag I know their flipping the work
Nigga I be killing the verse two men
Locking down round here call me hollow man
Now bigger since I will pull the trigger back
And watch how other niggas start to scatter
I'm pointing at the crowd and i'm about to hit a motherfucker
Who it is my nigga it really doesn’t matter
And now that i'm gone feather just like a gust in the wind
Nigga but double time i'm holding it in
For ever able with the pen
To keep myself goin’ ballistic
Stabbing and killing never think I sound so tough but what you recommend
All my life I’ve been
Doctor said take it cool but I medal the pistol bout to be some mentals drastic
We can get about that action I know the plastic
But I don’t wanna wound up in a casket
Smoke it with me someone’s labelled me a fire hazard
Me and my niggas tryna retain the burn inside the masses
I just see the flashes cause a catastrophe
When I feature don’t end take it has to be to sound shit
Money murder mayhem
Bitch you know what’s up
Got the club going stupid dumb bitch you know it’s us
Why you bustas get crunk
Memphis niggas get Bar
If you bout and you know it nigga go and hit em up
What you doing
I'm goin’
I'm goin
I'm goin
Goin’ dumb (x4)
[Verse 1]
Creeping out the dark
Quick to catch a nigga stepping while you haters talking shit
You better start to run
I'm bout the magazine and the chrome thang
Put it to your temple
Pull the trigger cause of thug they carry guns
Busting a nigga we live for the skrilla we about make G’s
And bout making bail
If you start talking shit bitch you goin’ to the opposite of heaven
My nigga that’s hell
Chilling in the club get a real puff
Pop at someone’s chest someone hand the bottle finna chug
Busting niggas that be talking shit
That hater know ima fucking pivot
Throw em in the distant get me fucked up
Crashing through the crowd throwing trash like a fucking child
Look a creepy child need to follow up on my nun style
Chilling like a villain ima about a make killer when i'm on the cloud nine
We smoke up on my fucking child
You fucking with the sinister nigga who pull a trigger on bosses and bitches
Coming to get ya cause you know I pettish
And putting you out of commission
With fully loaded choppers that can suffer the heat in a expedition
And feeling like i'm full up in a cell and waiting to make a killing
Cause it’s all about the bitch and mess and get while im chilling
Watching with me skinny dipping in the back of my car
No really cause the krucafix wanna be living
But now i'm on a mission just to catch a nigga slipping
Steady gripping ima whip it cause the trigger finger itching
That register murder and agony pain and brutality
Quick i'm bringing two rowdy niggas cause you didn’t listen
I'm all about the gripping nigga start the wheel spinning
When I come I got it right
You can laugh but ima let ya partner take a gun
And why my niggas and the family
Who got the reputation off some motherfucking fear
[Hook:]
Money murder mayhem
Bitch you know what’s up
Got the club going stupid dumb bitch you know it’s us
Why you bustas get crunk Memphis niggas get Bar
If you bout and you know it nigga go and hit em up watch doing
I'm goin’
I'm goin
I'm goin
Goin’ dumb (x4)
[Verse 2]
Yeah I gotta keep G fo’
And i'm representing all the chillers
That are steady ain’t nobody fucking with
When the instrumental drop hard we goin’
About to kill it and I bet you like a runner for a drug you about to feel it
And im straight up outta Memphis
When I burn you like a philli and if you ain’t got no pistols
Then you really tryna get it
Run up on with a chopper he gonna need more to send it with me
Let’s have a mighty when I tell I reload you can get around
And if you from outta town then you damn near need to get away from around
Here cause you might not make it back you might get shot up
Fade to blackmail but pull in as of there’s a mouth on the street foul round here
So I get up bust an auto with them rounds down here
Cause the jealous motherfuckers wanna see me in the hurt
Taking the dirt niggas in their jag I know their flipping the work
Nigga I be killing the verse two men
Locking down round here call me hollow man
Now bigger since I will pull the trigger back
And watch how other niggas start to scatter
I'm pointing at the crowd and i'm about to hit a motherfucker
Who it is my nigga it really doesn’t matter
And now that i'm gone feather just like a gust in the wind
Nigga but double time i'm holding it in
For ever able with the pen
To keep myself goin’ ballistic
Stabbing and killing never think I sound so tough but what you recommend
All my life I’ve been
Doctor said take it cool but I medal the pistol bout to be some mentals drastic
We can get about that action I know the plastic
But I don’t wanna wound up in a casket
Smoke it with me someone’s labelled me a fire hazard
Me and my niggas tryna retain the burn inside the masses
I just see the flashes cause a catastrophe
When I feature don’t end take it has to be to sound shit