Dumb (feat. Bejo)

Bassline and banging drums
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid

Bassline and banging drums
Yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid

I go all in, even when I don't go all in
It's not raining in the studio, I must be crying
I put housing where there was countryside
By your side in the Auris feels like a Lambo

They know how I spit, two or three know
What you've seen is just the tip of the iceberg
Finish the gig and before going to the hotel
There's a party in the backstage with my Bosé speaker, yeah

Obituaries fall like yesterday
Stars fall like when Kendall Jenner sits in the NBA, yeah
How I write, I don't know
If my medication knocks down the king's elephants, yeah

Problems go away, the wind takes them
Half of my fam gets drunk
You looked at me ten times and I told you:
The picket is from Asos, bastard, it's how you work it, you're not getting it

Marty McFly smiling
Parked next to your Bugatti is my time machine
In my team, no high-class or compound surnames
Just buddies, my girl isn't bad and this is Flow 2000

Don't worry, mommy, I know how to take care of myself
In my schedule, there's a Booker prize, and also gangsters
Who's a man, I find out easily
Who looks you in the eyes, and who looks at your outfit

Bassline and banging drums
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid

Bassline and banging drums
Yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid

Wow, wow, B-E-J-O
I have more sticks in my hands than a golf tournament
Who like me?, who?, who like me?
Ten thousand minimum, if not, we don't come

If you did a DNA test, it would show you're a moron
Better than rap, they should quit and play water polo
Stupid faces and alone, they don't leave the slammer
F***ing know-it-alls, think I don't have control?

I have a couple of haters telling me what to do
What to say, how to rap
Anyway, they can go to hell
Doing whatever I want has always been the plan

Neither bald nor three wigs, the exact measure
You fall short or get stuck
F***er, I'm like a volcano
Everything's fine until one day bam-bam-bam-bam

F***ing french fries, I crush them and make gnocchi
Better not mess with me, I'm like Rocky's Russian
I have the notes from the old school
And the tiki-taka from the new one, you want me to draw you a diagram?

Don't get all worked up
You want a nugget and can't handle the ride
My logo is a d***, for these b****es with mustaches
Bend over for them to spank the Bejote and Tote (b****)

We are who we are, brother
Get out of there immediately
They're watching you

Bassline and banging drums
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid

Bassline and banging drums
Yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid
Yeah, I'm 'bout to act stupid