Running thru the loadys err time the plug bang my line
It's top shelf boy no bugaloos get served out this ride
Za dumping beatin down these headys grind after grind
I treat my headys well they call like planes they know im flyin
Ouuuuuu
No matter where I go you know them yingz getting slapped on
Bad backin thru this traffic tryna get this bag gone
Another head right after head I aint leavin til these grams sold
How tf you gettin pape but not yo camp boy u need to put yo mans on
Handyman wit this bag break it down cause im hands on
Niggas always running at the mouth same ones ain't gon bust
Ion like to fight but I'll beat yo ass if you ain't got gun
Kool aid in my bag wit sugar as a kid bitch im from the slums
Ain't my fault yo bitch choosing me guess im just the one
Pockets stuffed wit blue stuffies like im Reese money Ina club
Money falling from the sky like leaves watch a nigga rake it up
Whats the hate about jumped Ina water wit them dolphins ona paper route
Niggas pillow talkin to hoes ova pussy watch yo mouth
I grew up Ona north like treloc but Im from the south
Moon walking I be higher than a mf while I'm catching fire heads
A heady threw a rock thru my window and hit my bed
This shit fire if you cheap go up the street instead
This real dumpin music if you aint never dumped then dont bob yo head
I aint going home til these muthaf*ckin grams gone
It hurt my heart to see my nigga with a headstone
Bitches cant call me broke no more I got my bread long
First time I cracked a 5 ball it was off a Samsung
Brrrp Brrp Brrp Brrp
You see em Comin I can show you how to turn 1 to 2 off a onion
Even with them switches niggas runnin
Got some niggas in my ghetto that aint never seen 100
You let them niggas play you out yo money nigga you a dummy
She keep talking nasty ima hit her off the honey
Ill be damn if I let a nigga touch me
Let a nigga play ima show em it get ugly
Show you how to cook some dope up in some Tom Ford
I done prolly served a million js in my concords
Its crazy how they try to knock my hustle I aint knocks yours
I aint trippin if I lose I got a lot more
Running thru the loadys err time the plug bang my line
It's top shelf boy no bugaloos get served out this ride
Za dumping beatin down these headys grind after grind
I treat my headys well they call like planes they know im flyin
Ouuuuuu
No matter where I go you know them yingz getting slapped on
Bad backin thru this traffic tryna get this bag gone
Another head right after head I aint leavin til these grams sold
Dimitri Devaughn - Za Dumpin (feat. Big Homie DreCash) Lyrics
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Running thru the loadys err time the plug bang my line
It's top shelf boy no bugaloos get served out this ride
Za dumping beatin down these headys grind after grind
I treat my headys well they call like planes they know im flyin
Ouuuuuu
No matter where I go you know them yingz getting slapped on
Bad backin thru this traffic tryna get this bag gone
Another head right after head I aint leavin til these grams sold
How tf you gettin pape but not yo camp boy u need to put yo mans on
Handyman wit this bag break it down cause im hands on
Niggas always running at the mouth same ones ain't gon bust
Ion like to fight but I'll beat yo ass if you ain't got gun
Kool aid in my bag wit sugar as a kid bitch im from the slums
Ain't my fault yo bitch choosing me guess im just the one
Pockets stuffed wit blue stuffies like im Reese money Ina club
Money falling from the sky like leaves watch a nigga rake it up
Whats the hate about jumped Ina water wit them dolphins ona paper route
Niggas pillow talkin to hoes ova pussy watch yo mouth
I grew up Ona north like treloc but Im from the south
Moon walking I be higher than a mf while I'm catching fire heads
A heady threw a rock thru my window and hit my bed
This shit fire if you cheap go up the street instead
This real dumpin music if you aint never dumped then dont bob yo head
I aint going home til these muthaf*ckin grams gone
It hurt my heart to see my nigga with a headstone
Bitches cant call me broke no more I got my bread long
First time I cracked a 5 ball it was off a Samsung
Brrrp Brrp Brrp Brrp
You see em Comin I can show you how to turn 1 to 2 off a onion
Even with them switches niggas runnin
Got some niggas in my ghetto that aint never seen 100
You let them niggas play you out yo money nigga you a dummy
She keep talking nasty ima hit her off the honey
Ill be damn if I let a nigga touch me
Let a nigga play ima show em it get ugly
Show you how to cook some dope up in some Tom Ford
I done prolly served a million js in my concords
Its crazy how they try to knock my hustle I aint knocks yours
I aint trippin if I lose I got a lot more
Running thru the loadys err time the plug bang my line
It's top shelf boy no bugaloos get served out this ride
Za dumping beatin down these headys grind after grind
I treat my headys well they call like planes they know im flyin
Ouuuuuu
No matter where I go you know them yingz getting slapped on
Bad backin thru this traffic tryna get this bag gone
Another head right after head I aint leavin til these grams sold
It's top shelf boy no bugaloos get served out this ride
Za dumping beatin down these headys grind after grind
I treat my headys well they call like planes they know im flyin
Ouuuuuu
No matter where I go you know them yingz getting slapped on
Bad backin thru this traffic tryna get this bag gone
Another head right after head I aint leavin til these grams sold
How tf you gettin pape but not yo camp boy u need to put yo mans on
Handyman wit this bag break it down cause im hands on
Niggas always running at the mouth same ones ain't gon bust
Ion like to fight but I'll beat yo ass if you ain't got gun
Kool aid in my bag wit sugar as a kid bitch im from the slums
Ain't my fault yo bitch choosing me guess im just the one
Pockets stuffed wit blue stuffies like im Reese money Ina club
Money falling from the sky like leaves watch a nigga rake it up
Whats the hate about jumped Ina water wit them dolphins ona paper route
Niggas pillow talkin to hoes ova pussy watch yo mouth
I grew up Ona north like treloc but Im from the south
Moon walking I be higher than a mf while I'm catching fire heads
A heady threw a rock thru my window and hit my bed
This shit fire if you cheap go up the street instead
This real dumpin music if you aint never dumped then dont bob yo head
I aint going home til these muthaf*ckin grams gone
It hurt my heart to see my nigga with a headstone
Bitches cant call me broke no more I got my bread long
First time I cracked a 5 ball it was off a Samsung
Brrrp Brrp Brrp Brrp
You see em Comin I can show you how to turn 1 to 2 off a onion
Even with them switches niggas runnin
Got some niggas in my ghetto that aint never seen 100
You let them niggas play you out yo money nigga you a dummy
She keep talking nasty ima hit her off the honey
Ill be damn if I let a nigga touch me
Let a nigga play ima show em it get ugly
Show you how to cook some dope up in some Tom Ford
I done prolly served a million js in my concords
Its crazy how they try to knock my hustle I aint knocks yours
I aint trippin if I lose I got a lot more
Running thru the loadys err time the plug bang my line
It's top shelf boy no bugaloos get served out this ride
Za dumping beatin down these headys grind after grind
I treat my headys well they call like planes they know im flyin
Ouuuuuu
No matter where I go you know them yingz getting slapped on
Bad backin thru this traffic tryna get this bag gone
Another head right after head I aint leavin til these grams sold
Writer: Dimitri Adams, Andre Robertson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Dimitri Devaughn
Language: English
Length: 3:28
Written by: Dimitri Adams, Andre Robertson