Dump ft. Brissp Beezy Lyrics

Can't walk with the gang unless you tryna step

He talk out his mouth he get put on his neck

Anything goes for lps

Bro call me draymond green cus I stay with a tec

Treat a opp like my bitch get wet, no sweat

Get yuh headcrack please don't bet

Aim good don't need no net

Make it shine in yuh eye like this shit was baugettes

Get left at the battle royale ain't no respawns or resets

I'm tryna slide like it's recess

We the ones left his moms depressed, he stressed damn

Pray for his bro cus he next

Let this shit go like I got a bad reflex

L2 r2 refresh

Missed him told bro don't fret

We gon spin it again catch me spitting again and again like that boy got terrets

Put 1 in his head, neck, chest I can't settle for less tryna see final breaths

Bro bro a shooter for real got that stop and pop hall of fame

I swear that nigga got depth

He sending out threats, bro be my guest

Just make sure that gangsta shit come with a vest, he gon need a ref

Send shots on shots like we in the bonus

Got 2 of the bros with me we let this shit sing but we ain't the jonas

You better act like you know us, loudpackszn all year round get em rolled up

Off a 30 but ain't finna slow up, they know im focused

We be spinning and spinning and spinning

And spinning and spinning like we doing donuts

Yea he right there brody hold up, load up

Im finna make something go up

Hop out the 4door

I'm tryna score score go down the lane im boutta shoot close up

Killy dem mad and ferocious

Get bread and swiss cheese like I need all the cold cuts

He reach and now it's a condolence

Im like fuck all the rahrah

All the shells was hot it was giving me lava

Send him to allah

We bunning niggas like grabba, zaza

Popups (Tada)

Them boys ain't really on nada

Send capo's to yuh casa

We popcaan no gaza

Buss his melon im tryna see guava

Now 3 feel like the voice (Ahaaaa)

Kill tech with the drum go dumb

Empty the clip and I'm feening to dump

Got couple froggy's That's ready to jump

Stick in the whip like I'm helping him pump

Run my music don't stop that shit

They only hate cause they don't got that shit

Briss they gone ask how we got that lit

Briss they gone ask how we got that rich

Minding our business and stacking our chips

Work nine to five part time when I flip

I got the pack doing gymnastics

Shit but I hate when that piece don't hit

Nigga Like shit try swiping again

Im tryna run out this bitch with a ten

I'm bouta link with this bitch and her friend

They telling me to come slide on their ends

She tryna put her hands all in my pants

She tryna suck her way to an advance

She is a pro so she did it no hands

She is a pro so she did it for bands

But She gone shake it and do her lil dance

Back to the business I'm tryna make profit

Ion do beef but I dabble in magic

I make the pack disappear up in traffic

Had me a good day I'm feeling fantastic

Cause like the bitch this pack gone stretch

Selling the shakes not leaving a speck

Like what you need I got it on deck

But if I don't its just one text

Got it on deck like who got next

Only do money I don't do stress

Pounds pesos dinero And grip

I got the knocker

Bro got the choppa

Who got a problem

Bring out the monster

It ain't a talker

More like a tanker

It go retarded

That is the solver

Kill tech with the drum go dumb

Empty the clip and I'm feening to dump

Got couple froggy's That's ready to jump

Stick in the whip like I'm helping him pump

Run my music don't stop that shit

They only hate cause they don't got that shit

Briss they gone ask how we got that lit

Briss they gone ask how we got that rich (Muscle)