Dump It (feat. Breesy)
Fuck all the chatting, pull up, stop the dissin'
Call up Hotzz, you know he get to blitzin'
Slide through with the chop, no missin'
These bullets like bitches, watch 'em get to kissin'
Like what, what the fuck?
Smokin' the oppy's that got turned into dust
Pass Hotzz the knock, he throw bullets like Russ
The opp talkin' too much, so I'm callin' his Gus
I told Hotzz to hop out and flock
Got Bdash with me, he be totin' the glock
If Taz runnin' up, you know he get popped
Josh, you a bitch, why the fuck would I run?
Why you be capping, you don't got a gun
Bet I could make Alyssa just cum with my thumb
You don't take advice because you still acting dumb
It's four in the morning, I'm faded as fuck, I'm smokin' the motherfucking deady
Run up on a opp even when he ain't ready
Smoka pull up in your dreams like Freddy
Like what, like shit
For brodie, you know I be takin' that risk
He mad, his man in a spliff
You rented a car, stop flexin' that shit
My brodie be totin' the glock
He gon' run up if he spot a opp
Fuck Tessa, that bitch was a thot
She was busting, and fucking and sucking my cock
Ayo Hotzz, let's go on a drill
Run up on us, you going to get
And I swear I don't care how you feel
I'm never gon' stop til I make me a mill
Ah, shit
In the booth and it be lit
Fuck a bitch, I break her hip
In the crib and she be limpin'
Slide through, poppin' a kicked in
Bro on it too and I call it a mission
Heard she a thot, ain't no kissin'
Slide through, never get popped
Never get popped by the flame
Now she comin' onto me, I got fame
But the body nice, you know I can't tame
Slide, slide, third base
Shot me a opp and I caught me a case
First diamonds that I got were from Kay
You want a feature, I'm chargin' a k
He don't know that's a band
Breesy on go, that's a highly demand
He don't really know that I be the man
Your bitch really watchin' me on Demand
Roll a opp two times like I forget to do it
I'm teachin' the youngins, a student
When I nut, why you lookin' so clueless?
That's right, I kick the bitch out the door
Totin' a hammer like Thor
White bitch, brown boy, call it a smore
Lil bitty whore
You got no ass, you got no titties
Then I can't talk to you
Call up Hotzz, you know he get to blitzin'
Slide through with the chop, no missin'
These bullets like bitches, watch 'em get to kissin'
Like what, what the fuck?
Smokin' the oppy's that got turned into dust
Pass Hotzz the knock, he throw bullets like Russ
The opp talkin' too much, so I'm callin' his Gus
I told Hotzz to hop out and flock
Got Bdash with me, he be totin' the glock
If Taz runnin' up, you know he get popped
Josh, you a bitch, why the fuck would I run?
Why you be capping, you don't got a gun
Bet I could make Alyssa just cum with my thumb
You don't take advice because you still acting dumb
It's four in the morning, I'm faded as fuck, I'm smokin' the motherfucking deady
Run up on a opp even when he ain't ready
Smoka pull up in your dreams like Freddy
Like what, like shit
For brodie, you know I be takin' that risk
He mad, his man in a spliff
You rented a car, stop flexin' that shit
My brodie be totin' the glock
He gon' run up if he spot a opp
Fuck Tessa, that bitch was a thot
She was busting, and fucking and sucking my cock
Ayo Hotzz, let's go on a drill
Run up on us, you going to get
And I swear I don't care how you feel
I'm never gon' stop til I make me a mill
Ah, shit
In the booth and it be lit
Fuck a bitch, I break her hip
In the crib and she be limpin'
Slide through, poppin' a kicked in
Bro on it too and I call it a mission
Heard she a thot, ain't no kissin'
Slide through, never get popped
Never get popped by the flame
Now she comin' onto me, I got fame
But the body nice, you know I can't tame
Slide, slide, third base
Shot me a opp and I caught me a case
First diamonds that I got were from Kay
You want a feature, I'm chargin' a k
He don't know that's a band
Breesy on go, that's a highly demand
He don't really know that I be the man
Your bitch really watchin' me on Demand
Roll a opp two times like I forget to do it
I'm teachin' the youngins, a student
When I nut, why you lookin' so clueless?
That's right, I kick the bitch out the door
Totin' a hammer like Thor
White bitch, brown boy, call it a smore
Lil bitty whore
You got no ass, you got no titties
Then I can't talk to you
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Breese
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