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Jerome King Jr
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Dumb ways to die, so many dumb ways to die Dumb ways to die, so many dumb ways to die
Your brother died, you ain't get your get back, boy, you cappin out
Them niggas dissin' on my gang until we run up in that house
I'm poppin' pills, I'm out my body, I can't calm down
How the fuck you finna slide if you ain't slidin' for your cousin
All my niggas come through shootin' this shit, we get the bussin
Dissin' on my gang, I got the switch on me, I get the clutchin, uh
I just paid all of my shooters to get that job done
You just payin' all your shooters just to tote that shit for fun
But I can't trip, I'm countin' all my guap, lil' nigga, this shit won't stop
And if he dissin' on my gang, then his bitch wanna give me top
I don't understand these niggas, boy, y'all finna flop
And I just came up from the bottom, but bitch, now I'm at the top
Dumb ways to die
So many dumb ways to die
Dumb ways to die
So many dumb ways to die
And I'm just active on this ho
Pop a perk, I'm out my body, now my niggas movin' slow
Them 223s gon' hit his head off if he try to fuck with bro
I'm poppin' all these perks, now my body movin' slow
I give my niggas the green light, now my niggas scream out go
Dumb ways to die
So many dumb ways to die
Dumb ways to die
So many don't waste it up
Dumb ways to die
So many dumb ways to die
Dumb ways to die
So many dumb ways to die
Writer(s): Jerome King Jr
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