Dum Dumb & Dumber Lyrics by Lil Baby is a brand-new English Rap song in the voice of popular rappers Lil Baby, Future & Young Thug, featured in the album “WHAM”. Music of this song produced by Wheezy while lyrics penned down by Lil Baby. After released accompanied by a music video, “Dum Dumb & Dumber” quickly gained popularity in United States, Canada, United Kingdom, Nigeria, France, Germany, Australia & India.
Genre: Rap, Hip-Hop, Trap
Country: USA
Song Release Date: January 3, 2025
Album Release Date: January 3, 2025
Dive into the full lyrics below and immerse yourself in the emotions and storytelling that make this song unforgettable.
Dum Dumb & Dumber Lyrics
[Intro]
Frozen stones in the air, D’s at the bottom
GA certified before I was GIA certified
I’m stayin’ with cash every time you see me, you know?
I want to see rappers playin’ duck to catch a duck, you know?
Trickin’ n!ggas who trickin’ n!ggas, you know?
Supercar-drivin’, Gulf Stream-flyin’, designer-wearin’ golden child, you know?
WHAM (Wheezy outta here)
Let’s go
[Verse 1]
Hoppin’ off a plane to a mac
Hundred times platinum, f*ck a plaque (Phew)
Bulletproof the tires, run ’em flat
Cutthroat, I give her one chance (Oh yeah)
Slut her out and gave her one band (No problem)
Twenty-five cars, one man, driveway like a mini dealership
He went sour ’cause we bent his whip (You bold)
Crack smoker, I was livin’ wrong
Weird hoes, I ain’t dealin’ with em
Overseas, they love a real n!gga (European)
She don’t like it but she deal with it (She stingy)
‘Rari’s back-to-back, that’s tough (Two million)
Mirrors ’round the corner, that’s sus (Skrrt)
Puttin’ on stuff, best dressed (New drip)
Flip phone, black Nike Tech (My kind)
We done done all, what’s next?
Boss Man the name on the checks
I’m just runnin’ down more checks (Big ones)
First one’s come through trim
(?) Jim Jones (baller?)
Life of a f*ckin’ hustlerholic (How much?)
She know not to test me, I’ma call her (How much?)
Bro in prison, livin’ through a pack (Yeah, yeah)
Farewell, I don’t see a scratch (Real close)
She ain’t mine if she don’t got me tatted (No way)
OCD, need everything intact (Clean up)
B!tches tryna play me like I’m wack
Real P, I better not go for that
Ridin’ through Detroit in all black
Pullin’ up on Pluto in the 6 (Bird gang)
Hood full of dope-slanging tricksters
I come from that 4, I’m a real one (I came up)
[Interlude]
Yeah, n!gga, King Spider back
I’on even believe I was locked up, for real, for real
I was havin’ my way the whole time, fool, y’know what I’m sayin’? (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Two Lamb’ coupes, Four Lamb’ trucks
Pullin’ up, what the f*ck? (What the f*ck?)
Neck, wrist, fingers slush (Sheesh)
Order 10 G’s, that’s us (Hee)
New Rolls Cullinan truck (Skrrt), dog on the side like a bus (Yeah)
Shawty mad, ain’t going back and forth (Huh), never heard a rich n!gga fuss (Yo)
Heard these n!ggas going out sad
‘Rari truck came with a bed
Only f*cking overseas shit, these US b!tches kinda bad
College b!tch, I made her leave her frat
For my brother, gave that b!tch a pass
Trappin’ in the studio, I’m glad
Break a bale, the junkie get the trash (Hee)
I was taught to pay a b!tch to leave (Yeah)
I go Birk’, Chanel for the fleece (Birks)
Fold em every time like a sheet (Fold)
I been on a boat screamin’, “Ski” (Ski)
Saint Laurent, they bring it to the beach
She was Portuguese and Middle East
She snorted off the key, got her screaming R.I.P. to Keed (R.I.P. to Keed)
N!ggas can’t stand us (Uh-huh), doggy, put your mans up (Okay)
Walked her down in Lanvins (Yeah), pocket full of grandparents (Okay)
Old school, the Trans Am one (Skrrt), Cullinan, the ambulance one (Skrrt)
You good, your mans can’t come (Yeah)
I don’t give a f*ck bout nothin’
[Interlude]
Yeah, brr, brr, ski
Ayy, say gang
[Verse 3]
Pulp, it don’t thick like syrup
Elevator pad at the crib
Shopping bags all on the floor
Never seen me twice with a ho
Backyard vibes by the ocean
Driveway look like a car show
Three hundred-fifty million, I’m the GOAT
Custom leather Pucci on the door
Fifty birds of dog on my wrist
Cocaine droppin’ off my b!tch
Thirty-two shots with the glitch
Talkin’ Vicks, then we talkin’ Chris
Micro mini’ with a beam
Puttin’ the side hoes in Celine
Geekin’ off the millions like a bean
Push a button and make your momma grieve
Eat it up, she work it for a boss, out the country, livin’ like a boss
Princess-cut, ain’t showin’ all the flaws
Graduated cookin’ up the raw
Pushin’ skateboard, Tony Hawk
Crankin’ up the car when I talk
Alligator, Hermes stuff
Dropped a million dollars on a truck
Codeine bottles, they for us
Put them legal sticks on the bus
Auditory, straight to pent
Three bad b!tches gettin’ hit
Solitaires made the eyes squint
Smell the dirty money through the vents
House full of dead presidents
[Outro]
WHAM
Spider
Ayy, say gang
Decoding The Song Lyrics
Lil Baby’s “Dum Dumb & Dumber” song lyrics portrays a lavish lifestyle filled with wealth, luxury, and indulgence. The lyrics emphasize themes like material success, designer fashion, expensive cars, and extravagant living. It highlights the rapper’s confidence, resilience, and street credibility while detailing his experiences and rise to fame. The tone is bold and unapologetic, celebrating opulence and dominance in the rap game.
Dum Dumb & Dumber (MV)
Audio Credits
Artists : Lil Baby, Young Thug, Future
Album : WHAM
Lyrics : Lil Baby, Wheezy, Juke Wong, Future, Young Thug
Music : Wheezy, Juke Wong
Label : Motown Records, Quality Control
