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[Verse 1: LA Drilly]
Mr. Dump For The What?
Like, that shit get me tight
He just hop on a track and just say shit
Word to bro, he just talk on a mic
Word to bro, they not shootin' that
Word to bro, they not dumpin' that pipe
Word to bro, they not taking them trips
Word to bro, ask him 'bout our right, like
I'm the type to go spin by myself
By my dolo, I don't need no help
I'm the type to just up it and—
Got couple hits under my belt
We gon' aim at your dome, take away your health
But he ain't make it home, all he took was Percs
Nigga, Nazzy got shot, man, this shit hurt
How the fuck he end up on the curb?

[Verse 2: E-Wuu & LA Drilly]
Got the G43 on my hip
Like, bitch, I be ready to ball
If I run into Tjay, grrah, grrah
Like, bullets is knockin' him off
Watch him drop to the floor
Chains, watch, braces, likе, we need it all
Oh, that bitch tryna line me? Shе gotta be dumb
Like, she gon' get sent to the mall
Oh, that boy wanna fight?
Like, nah, nigga, I got my gun
Bullets hot like the sun
He tried to— Caught a shot to his lung, like

[Verse 3: LA Drilly]
How the fuck you gon' dump with no gun?
See a O, throw 'em in a trunk
Fuck lil' Edot, shit punch, how the fuck he end up in blunt?
Like, park out the V, think I see lil' Ddot
Hop out the V and I'm lettin' like three flock
If he run, know brodie gon' beatbox
Like, bitch, we aiming for tree tops
Keep on lackin', sittin' in that park
Keep on lackin', lookin' in that dark
(Keep on lackin', lookin' in that dark)