S-Proven - Dump Lyrics

Yeah here I go, Prove go switch
Flow
Fin to U-Haul niggas nigga you lil Nigga is a hoe
Thought we were fam but it's nah
Nope
F*ck it
I don't want to dread on the Subject it's nothing
She ask me not to speak nothing
Of it I guess it's f*ck it
But any who
Back that S-Prove
I think I found the cheat code Can't wait till Cuba hear this shit
I'm on beast mode
They playing with ya brother, no Longer can I keep the peace bro
Finn to smoke niggas out now Who want the heat though
I'm cancerous and if you diss
You probably wouldn't want to Respond back with a battle rap You wrote for
Don't let me get the tweaking it'll Be clip, clip
Bitch hit, and won't stop till the Pussy get to know leaking
Grip, grip, deflower clip, clip was
Henny and horsepower
I digress, this ain't the podcast
The format is kicking yall ass,
I'm finna dive back
Thought about it but hell nah we Ain't going to pause that
What up with it
Shooting shots no productions Nigga
Blacking out and I brought the dogs like we hunting niggas
I done re-lapped yall I'm on your bumper nigga
Backshots for that broad, I'm Mr.Thumper nigga
F*ck yall finna have a junk yard
Brunch on niggas
Goddi said why trash the thoughts Verbal dump on niggas
I'm just speaking what I'm Feeling
She's concerned bout what's she's
Hearing
I'm intoxicated clearly
I'm listening but barely
I'm speaking don't you hear me
Give a f*ck bout what you feeling
The truth is don't you dare me get Ya f*cking ass buried
Heard I was looking scary, nigga
What for
Not yall, this is my shit mother F*ck yall
Got me talking spicy, dripping hot Sauce
MGM the clique meet the to boss
Guard and protect send Cuba at His neck to take his block off
Shit when y'all gone learn the boy Is not yall
I'm tocking while you ticking
I'm a time bomb gone wrong
You locked but I'm loaded with it
You hot but I'm colder with it
Heard these niggas roaming and Reigning, I'm Stone Cold'ing With it
And I ain't f*cking with you Niggas, I'm Hulk Hogan with it
Boy I got some layers with me
Shout out to the players, Ric Flairs with me
Shout out to the shooter on the Bench J Terry with me
Which one of yall boys are Second I think some Larry in me
Told her I was good before I Cheated yeah that Barry in me
Black on black monochromatic,
I'm thinking casualties
This runny shit be pissing me off
I need a bladder leave
Believe, this ain't just a one off
I got a pack of these
And I ain't jacking none the talk You rapping, on the faculty
I'll dial it down, ride around my Hood like a private town
Just some thoughts I had up in my
Head, I had to jot em down
The smoke done hit my body Revving easy now
So high, I don't see a cloud unless I'm looking down
I'm just speaking what I'm feelin
She's concerned bout what's she's Hearing
I'm intoxicated clearly ... I'm Listening but barely
I'm speaking don't you hear me
Give a f*ck bout what you feeling
The truth is don't you dare me
Get ya f*cking ass buried
Heard I was looking scary, nigga What for
Not yall, this is my shit mother F*ck yall
Got me talking spicy, dripping hot Sauce
MGM the clique meet the to boss