Lyrical Breakdown of Dump Truck - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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(Any last words?)
(Berge Always Flexin)
I'm on a whole 'nother level
Woke up, got fresh today, I feel some type of way (Type of way)
Feel some type of way, so I got fresh today (I got fresh today)
One bitch gon' keep changin' out my fees
One bitch gon' count the cake (Count the cake)
Hell yeah, I'm gon' eat all my grits, this is amazing grace (Hey, hey)
Money could fill up a dump truck (Money could fill up a dump truck)
These 4 Treys, they gon' slump stuff
(These 4 Treys, they gon' rrr, rrr)
Toxic punk inside a Cybertruck (Cybertruck), what the fuck you mеan?
I drink that lean straight by the order cup, what thе fuck you mean?
New opps for my BM (Top), check my bank, say BM (Top)
9 with a hundred shots on the bottom
Let it off soon as we see 'em (Top)
Bitch wan' be my BM (Yeah), 3 wan' meet them vultures (Uh)
I'm gon' act an ass inside this foreign soon as I lift the sport
(Skrrt)
Get so fresh, put on that Saint Laurent just like Saint Laurent
(Let's get it)
Switches, bags, and most it got a scope, all these cryptic guns
This shit out of hand, this shit out of hand
Stuff two hundred thousand in both bags, my pockets hurt my hands
Car note Aston Martin, that's exactly how I'm feelin'
Do 'em tall, they talkin' investments
Please don't tell me that's for Bentley
Hideaway, you would think that shit spillin', spillin' and drippin'
Florida water
Gotta go way back to the north to get this swag
This shit is not for order
You gotta go way back to the north to rap like this, to trap like this
Smack that bitch
I ain't even gotta be 'round, that bag gon' give you this shit
Double jump, my big brothers got the trappin', keep it lit
Straight out the slums, know that youngin'll try somethin'
So I keep my stick
Yes, sir (Woah, woah, woah, rrr)
If shit get out of hand (Bah, bah), if shit out of hand
This shit was way out of hand, gettin' way out of hand
This shit's way out of hand, gettin' way out of hand
I done popped too many Xans, too many Xans
Got way too many cars, slide, I'm not that fast (Woah, woah, okay)
Shot in your throat, huh, talkin' 'bout that you want smoke (Slime)
She could live in my home, but she just don't have her own
(Type of way)
Woke up, got fresh today, I feel some type of way (Type of way)
Feel some type of way, so I got fresh today (I got fresh today)
One bitch gon' keep changin' out my fees
One bitch gon' count the cake (Count the cake)
Hell yeah, I'm gon' eat all my grits, this is amazing grace (Hey, hey)
Money could fill up a dump truck (Money could fill up a dump truck)
These 4 Treys, they gon' slump stuff
(These 4 Treys, they gon' rrr, rrr)
Toxic punk inside a Cybertruck (Cybertruck), what the fuck you mean?
I drink that lean straight by the order cup, what the fuck you mean?
New opps for my BM (Top), check my bank, say BM (Top)
9 with a hundred shots on the bottom
Let it off soon as we see 'em (Rrr, rrr)
Bitch wan' be my BM (Yeah), 3 wan' meet them vultures (Them vultures)
I'm gon' act an ass inside this foreign soon as I lift the sport
(Skrrt)
Man, let's do it (Yeah, let's do it, my nigga)
Uh-huh