Don't Be Dumb

C'mon, man
It's Biggie Down (yeah mhm)

Yeah, I dropped lines sayin' don't try to push me
So don't be dumb slippin' and fuck around
Or I'ma be flashin' my guns get the 'round
Yeah, I dropped lines sayin' don't try to push me
So don't be dumb slippin' and fuck around
Or I'ma be flashin' my guns get the 'round

You talk a lot, anyone can do better, man
I trained and I do my own shit with my Beretta, man
Look, keep your eye on my burner
It's New York City, keep your eye on my burner
Glock on my hip, that. 38 gon' whippin'
Aim dialed in, push me he must be trippin'
Some punks only bust when you turn your back
After droppin' shots, yeah I'm gunnin' back
I'm an entrepreneur hustla, I can make a dollar flip back
Chrome heat in my hand, I put my hood on the map
Ain't no lookin' at me wrong or I'ma pull my gun
You gon' be beggin' for mercy, muhfucka it's done
Now ain't no back down, 'cause Biggie back 'round
So close your eyes, muhfucka, 'cause I never back down
Look, my wrapped-up tinted Benz spin 'round
Ain't no fuck around when I start talkin' about (yeah)

(Fuck 'em punks on fake life that ain't no gunnin' on real life)

Yeah, I dropped lines sayin' don't try to push me
So don't be dumb slippin' and fuck around
Or I'ma be flashin' my guns get the 'round
Yeah, I dropped lines sayin' don't try to push me
So don't be dumb slippin' and fuck around
Or I'ma be flashin' my guns get the 'round

Man, don't act like a dumb speakin' that gangsta shit
I'm a hustla with the loaded pistol on my hip
Cold track, cold strap
Look, I'm back rockin' that same old cap
Lil homie, you still ain't seen me stressed
Ain't gotta be screamin' sayin' I'm blessed

Yeah, I dropped lines sayin' don't try to push me
So don't be dumb slippin' and fuck around
Or I'ma be flashin' my guns get the 'round
Yeah, I dropped lines sayin' don't try to push me
So don't be dumb slippin' and fuck around
Or I'ma be flashin' my guns get the 'round