DUMP

{Grah Grah} Talk all that shit, you better dump, two shots to the

neck, he not gettin’ up. All these dead oops up in my blunt, all them

dead opps up in my paper, she saw my song, and then she got

naked, I’m off the dead opps, like my body shaking, you ain’t really

about it so please stop faking, we wasn’t smoking your dead when

you wasn’t hating, he a rich boy from the Suburbs, I bet his name

Kaden, stop all that talking, I’ll send you to Satan.