Dumpin ft. Luh Jlo Lyrics

Ma, M.O.B. shit

Nigga, yeah it's Tim

Come on, come on

Yeah, really dumping worldwide

If you need me, here my job

Nigga playing on my phone

I'ma dunk his ass like shots

Boy don't run up like you on it

That's gon' get your ass clapped

I can't take the opp serious

They be hankin' with some racks

Young nigga with some motion

I just ran through a rack

Come on, boy right

I just ran through 10 G's

Bout to see you sippin

White boy ain't sippin' on no green

Petty havin' withdrawals

He keep on callin' for these jeans

All the time I'm beatin' the rug

Ain't no tellin' when I'm comin

I know it's hard

Still a huss, man

He coppin' straight 50 pack

Before the syndrome, man

I'm tryna make 50 racks

Me and Tren master cookin' up some

Baby tuggin' on my gun

I told her ass to relax

Spay, I ain't tryna converse

Say, please just give me cash

That bitch is eight mile

We ain't goin' track for track

Guaranteed, if I see a tap, he gettin' wet

Man, ain't no timin' on this shit

But watch this get bad

Tren just put up Kobe bean

I'm tryna sip

Jugga switchin' on the Glock

So when I shoot, it's on kickback

I expect these pills on the ride

And baby, sit back

I've been workin' on love again, ma

Yeah, cheap ass, nigga, I'm in mode

No, to him, just can't bust down

His neck froze, ma

We ain't with the beatbox

We see it up and it's gon' go down

Niggas is stupid, my fans know they ass hard

Run, I catch up

Knock the rings out his ass

Like he's someone

My head said I sold him Zod

I sold his stupid ass, I'm chronic

Goofy ass, nigga

Goofy ass, nigga