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on computers we pull up plug you out the socket 
AR with a drum right up out the trunk 
Dump dump ayyyy dump

Let a nigga pull up on me 
He aint leaving 
Ask

on to you like a steering wheel when I'm going off the road
When the breaks won't work and I'm losing control
Yeah you never knew that you make me feel like

Think I'm wit nick cannon 
All dese Drums
Line em up
When I'm ready to dump
Dem boyz in da Hood
Run Ricky Run
ATL
We was selling dem bombs 
Baby boy

as once promised

Doped out, the tracks got tracks
Look how the Gods control the rack
The Band come with a drum, rock and roll rap
Watch a soldier Work
This

nun right
I don’t know how much longer I can take it
Dump died, I’m mad that he gone
‘Cause nigga we finally made it
But you know that I steady
Be

(Drum Dummie) let’s go
(I spend forty three thousand on a coat)
I got blood on my mind, clear my mind, yeah
(And it was online)
Fuck a nigga mean?

Tommy go rata, tat, tat, tat
I hit that drum and I hit that pack
Tommy go rata, tat, tat, tat
I hit that drum and I hit that pack
At my Jazz Club

on The road
Told that lil' nigga "all these niggas really be hoes"
Yeah, nigga kept dissing on my pops, nigga got stretched
Yeah, all these niggas really be mad

sad and stay beefing brazy bout a bitch
Niggas know I go for nun ima dump like
Rell pull up with a glock and a drum like
Cause he know ima do it for him

out the car and walk him down[00:25.24]Dump out the drums, empty the clips[00:26.89]Me and my members out the town[00:28.65]Stay on the road, we takin'

Chorus
Q- The money triple-double Russ. If money talk you on hush. They know I was down in the dumps. Now bitches come round n just lust.

Wil G-

on the road like the Michelin Man (whoa, whoa)
Put an M on your head like a Michigan fan
Ayy, I'm ballin' so hard, I might hoop when I land
I be ready

and in the dumps, 
Then I'll be there, to help you smooth out all those little bumps, 
On life's long road, I'll walk it with you till the very end,

around until I'm gone
A couple wraps until we're done
We need some smoke to get home
Dump out the guts in the road
No pain no gain
I'm eating this beat

That's GG4 lotto in my lungs
Switch on the arp, dump out the drum
Finessin' the swervin', I'm really the plug
I feel like a pastor, I'm blessin' em' up
He

sorry send short man for eh
Aaahhh chargie we wicked and wealthy
Drum pon eh 40 weh more than 70
Tuck eena eh gently have eena eh bentley
Mi mean silently

you wonderin'
Shit (shit), you couldn't muster up enough thought
To take a dump during a brain fart, jump if you want
Urine in your face, all you had

in reverie

I´m back on road, I was never alone
I am considered the 2k16 Al Capone

Yeah, we hustle hard, ain't no denyin', we reach the sky (for

I added the bass drum
Anxiety and stress was the root of where I got the pain from
Had to say sum
To get that negativity up off my chest
It brought me

And we'll never open up for you bitches
I might just go get armored truck for these riches 
I pick it up then dump it off on you bitches 
Come to the party

It's boming
Pulling down my mask then we come in
Chopper making beats with the drum in
Uzi get the burrr like it humming
Wait
Pull up with the kay

silence keep your pole
Lost to the system up the road 8 of hard chopped up on that stove
Pluck the ashes from the cool
Smoke on one to light em up
Pour

tryna fuck your friend
21, they got a drum, dump it, I'm sayin
Take some, you gon' be floored in a bitch, his car is filled with them glitz

I'm gon'

Yeah, bitch, we keep them bands, we got drums, huh
riding, and I been swervin' through slums, huh
Bad lil' bitch and she so perfect, she got dumb buns
She