A “Wheezy outta right here!” tag to start out, a Future sermon on the finish, Urus vehicles and tarmacs in between: The most well liked new Lil Child monitor feels fairly acquainted. Extra considerably, “Dum, Dumb, and Dumber,” from Child’s new album, WHAM, spells redemption for Atlanta’s beloved Younger Thug. That is Thugger’s first new verse because the plea deal that spared him from a possible life sentence on RICO prices, but he makes a two-year jail stint sound like a tenting journey. “I don’t even imagine I used to be locked up forreal, forreal,” he proclaims. “I used to be having my approach the entire time, idiot.”
Aside from that, “Dum, Dumb, and Dumber” is enterprise as traditional. Child, Thug, and Future lace probably the most exorbitant, gold-plated frills they’ll put into phrases over doomsday bells and first-class snare rolls. Future’s crib comes with an elevator; Thug screams “Ski!” from a ship; Child boasts “25 vehicles, one man” prefer it’s a Guinness World Report. Noticeably, Thug’s vocal extremities of days previous really feel distant now: As a substitute of frantic haymakers, he slings even-keeled jabs, sustaining steely composure. He’s not right here to interrupt a sweat. It is a three-man weave of embellished veterans who signal max contracts with their eyes closed.
