lirik lagu teejayx6 - dumps & pins
[intro]
(trapboy3k)
(come on)
[verse]
sittin’ in the spot, watchin’ for raid vans on the camera (spot)
n0body cop no weed from you ’cause you got f~ckin’ bammer (lame~ass n~gga)
play me on my money, beat your head in with a hammer (beat your head)
free my dog, they got that n~gga locked up in the f~ckin’ slammer (what the f~ck?)
hit the road with gift cards and ride past atlanta (road)
i just got some juice, i’m ’bout to pour this sh~t up in a fanta (come on)
n~ggas be scared to buy some sauce from me ’cause i’m a f~ckin’ scammer (tahaha)
even though the jugg say, “this our last,” i’m still gon’ f~ckin’ scam her
i bought some fire~ass weed online and it was all exotics
tried to pay my bills with a slide, got kicked out of erotic
when my first piece said approved, i got so excited
i just got some fire dumps and pins, i’m ’bout to go and try it
your piece is so f~ckin’ ass, i wouldn’t even try it
a n~gga sold you some burned~out bins, why the f~ck you buy it? (f~ckin’ lame)
boy, that’s a petty~ass loss, why the f~ck you cryin’?
my opps keep sneak dissin’, that’s the reason that y’all f~ckin’ dyin’ (just wait)
my first piece ain’t hit, so i’ma keep tryin’
i’m ’bout to throw these gift cards, i think i hear sirens (oh sh~t)
my piece approved, signed my signature as miley cyrus
i got ten vpns on, i gotta keep sh~t private (they can’t find me)
somebody need to come and get they b~tch, she tryna grab my private
had to stash my fake id in the trunk ’cause they tried to find it
used to bring my strap to the class, i ain’t need a binder
a b~tch gon’ let me put some phones in her name, i just need to find her (thank you)
let a b~tch try to run off with my money and they gon’ have to find her (don’t do that)
just sent a dm to your b~tch, i’m tryna get behind her
don’t let me catch a n~gga slippin’, i’ma creep behind him (just watch)
boy, we know you ain’t really ’bout that life, you just be around it
they say it take one bin to get rich, but i think i found it
i hate swipin’ in certain stores ’cause it be too crowded (f~ckin’ hate it)
i’m done f~ckin’ with young hoes ’cause they be too childish
h~lluva trippin’, n~gga talkin’ ’bout his beat two thousand (what the f~ck?)
vpn on when i surf the dark web, browsin’
i was just chillin’ with them haitian n~ggas down in broward
talkin’ behind another n~gga back, boy, you a coward (f~ckin’ p~ssy)
i got a new ar, that b~tch longer than dwight howard (that b~tch long)
you can knock a p~ssy n~gga out with the right power
i got this one method where i make two~fifty every hour (that b~tch crazy)
i see a different p~ssy n~gga hatin’ on me every hour
keep them og ‘bows to yourself, boy, ’cause that sh~t f~ckin sour (that sh~t ass)
makin’ dirty money, i gotta wash this sh~t off in the shower
tryna get rich like that one n~gga off the show power
i sold a n~gga some hit juice in a baby bottle (tahaha)
then sold that same n~gga some fake bins for eight hundred dollars (f~ckin’ lame)
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