Dum, Dumb, and Dumber Lyrics – Lil Baby ft Young Thug & Future 

“Dum, Dumb, and Dumber” is a new english song by Lil Baby, featuring Young Thug and Future. Released on January 3, 2025, on the Lil Baby Official YouTube channel, the track is part of Lil Baby’s album WHAM. Written by Juke Wong, Lil Baby, Young Thug, Future, and Wheezy, and produced by Wheezy and Juke Wong, the song showcases the artists’ signature styles and lyrical prowess. This collaboration marks a significant moment in music, especially as it follows Young Thug’s release from legal troubles and his anticipated return to the industry.

The song delves into themes of triumph, resilience, and the high-stakes lifestyle of successful artists. Lil Baby, Young Thug, and Future each bring their unique narratives to the table, celebrating their lavish lifestyles, reflecting on their struggles, and asserting dominance in the rap game. The lyrics paint vivid pictures of luxury, ambition, and camaraderie, underpinned by sharp wordplay and a commanding delivery that captures the essence of their experiences and their rise to the top.

Dum, Dumb, and Dumber Details

Dum, Dumb, and Dumber Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Baby]
Four stones in the ear, D’s at the bottom
GA certified before I was GIA certified
Mr. M-In-Cash anytime you see me, you know?
Only a few rappers play a duck to catch a duck, you know?
Trickin’ niggas who trickin’ niggas, you know?
Supercar-drivin’, Gulf Stream-flyin’, designer-wearin’ golden child, you know?
Wham (Wheezy outta here)
Let’s go

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Hoppin’ off a plane to a Matchbox
Hundred times platinum, fuck a plaque
Bulletproof the tires, run flat (I’m goin’)
Cutthroat, I give her one chance (Go ‘head)
Slut her out and gave her one band (No problem)
Twenty-five cars, one man (I pop ’em)
Driveway like a mini dealership (Come park it)
He went sour, cut the business with him (You bold)
Crack smoker, I was livin’ with ’em (Auntie ‘nem)
Weird hoes, I ain’t dealin’ with ’em (Can’t see me)
Overseas, they love a real nigga (European)
She don’t like it, but she deal with it (She stingy)
‘Raris back-to-back, that’s tough (Two million)
Hear us ’round the corner, that’s us (Skrrt)
Puttin’ on stuff, best dressed (Night time)
Flip phone, black Nike Tech (My kind)
We done done it all, what’s next? (Too picky)
Boss Man, name on the checks (Big business)
First one’s come through trim (Literally)
Dipset, Jim Jones baller (Big bucker)
Life of a fuckin’ hustlerholic (I’m hustlin’)
She know not to test me, I’ma call her (Hush)
Bro in prison, livin’ through a pack (And)
Farewell, I don’t see a scratch (Look close)
She ain’t mine if she don’t got me tatted (No way)
OCD, need everything intact (Clean up)
Bitches tryna play me like I’m wack (Bitch, who?)
Real P, I bet’ not go for that
Ridin’ through the trey in all black
Pullin’ up on Pluto in the 6 (Bird gang)
Hood full of dope-slanging tricksters (My neighbors)
I come from that 4, I’m a real one (I came up)

[Interlude: Young Thug]
Yeah, nigga, King Spider back
I don’t even believe I was locked up, for real, for real
I was havin’ my way the whole time, fool, you know what I’m sayin’? (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Two Lamb’ coupes, four Lamb’ trucks
Pullin’ up, what the fuck? (What the fuck?)
Neck, wrist, fingers slush (Eee)
Order hundred G’s, that’s us (Hee)
New Rolls Cullinan truck (Skrrt)
Dog on the side like a bus (Yeah)
Shawty mad, ain’t goin’ back and forth (Uh)
Never heard a rich nigga fuss (No)
Heard these niggas going out sad
‘Rari truck came with a bag
Only fuckin’ overseas shit
These U.S. bitches kinda bad
College bitch, I made her leave a frat
Fucked my brother, gave the bitch a pass
Trappin’ in the studio, I’m glad
Break a bale, the junkie get the trash (Hee)
I was taught to pay a bitch to leave (Yeah)
I go Birk’, Chanel for the fleece (Birks)
Four ’em at a time like a sheikh (Four)
I been on a boat, screamin’, “Ski” (Ski)
Saint Laurent, they bring it to the beach (Beach)
She was Portuguese and Middle East (Woo)
She snorted off the ki’ (Snotty)
Got her screamin’ R.I.P. to Keed (R.I.P. to Keed)
Niggas 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 fuck ’bout nothin’

[Interlude: Future]
Yeah
Brr, brr, ski
Ayy, say gang

[Verse 3: Future]
Pour it on 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 G.O.A.T.
Custom leather Pucci on the door
Fifty birds of dog on my wrist
Cocaine jumpin’ off my bitch
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 mama grieve
Eat it up, she workin’ for a boss
Out the country, livin’ like a boss
Princess-cut and showin’ all the flaws
Graduated, cookin’ up the raw
Pushin’ skateboard, Tony Hawk
Crankin’ up the car when I talk
Alligator, Hermès stuff
Dropped eight dollars on a truck
Codeine bottles, they for us
Put them legal sticks on the bus
Off tour, straight to the pit
Three bad bitches gettin’ hit
Solitaires made they eyes squint
Smell the dirty money through the vents
House full of dead presidents

[Outro: Lil Baby, Young Thug & Future]
Wham
Spider
Ayy, say gang

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