LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeDump Truck
(Any last words?)(Berge Always Flexin)I'm on a whole 'nother levelWoke up, got fresh todayI feel some type of way (type of way)Feel some type of wayso I got fresh today (I got fresh today)One bitch gon' keep changin' out my feesone bitch gon' count the cake (count the cake)Hell yeah, I'm gon' eat all my gritsthis 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' rr, rr)Toxic punk inside a Cybertruck (Cybertruck)what the fuck you mean?I drink that lean straight by the order cupwhat the fuck you mean?New opps for my BM (Top) , check my bank, say BM (Top)9 with a hundred shots on the bottomlet 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 foreignsoon as I lift the sport (skrrt)Get so fresh, put on that Saint Laurentjust like Saint Laurent (Let's get it)Switches, bags, and most it got a scopeall these cryptic gunsThis shit out of hand, this shit out of handStuff two hundred thousand in both bagsmy pockets hurt my handsCar note Aston Martin, that's exactly how I'm feelin'Do 'em tall, they talkin' investmentsplease don't tell me that's for BentleyHideaway, you would think that shit spillin'spillin' and drippin', Florida waterGotta go way back to the north to get this swagthis shit is not for orderYou gotta go way back to the north to raplike this, to trap like thisSmack that bitchI ain't even gotta be 'round, that baggon' give you this shitDouble jump, my big brothers got the trappin', keep it litStraight out the slumsknow that youngin'll try somethin', so I keep my stickYes, sir (woah, woah, woah, rr)If shit get out of hand (Bah, bah) , if shit out of handThis shit was way out of hand, gettin' way out of handThis shit's way out of hand, gettin' way out of handI done popped too many Xans, too many XansGot way too many cars, slideI'm not that fast (woah, woah, okay)Shot in your throat, huhtalkin' 'bout that you want smoke (slime)She could live in my homebut she just don't have her own (type of way)Woke up, got fresh todayI feel some type of way (type of way)Feel some type of wayso I got fresh today (I got fresh today)One bitch gon' keep changin' out my feesone bitch gon' count the cake (count the cake)Hell yeah, I'm gon' eat all my gritsthis 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' rr, rr)Toxic punk inside a Cybertruck (Cybertruck)what the fuck you mean?I drink that lean straight by the order cupwhat the fuck you mean?New opps for my BM (Top) , check my bank, say BM (Top)9 with a hundred shots on the bottomlet it off soon as we see 'emBitch wan' be my BM (yeah)3 wan' meet them vultures (them vultures)I'm gon' act an ass inside this foreignsoon as I lift the sport (skrrt)Man, let's do it (yeah, let's do it, my nigga)Uh-huh
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