Lil Tjay — Dumout

Dumout, dumout, dumout, dumout, yeah Dumout, dumout, dumout, dumout, yeah Dumout, dumout, dumout, dumout, yeah Dumout, dumout... I said I'll make you an example I said, [?] sample Niggas, they be talking I got plenty, I got [?] Bands, bands, bands, bands I ain't 'bout to lie R.I.P dumout, man I think I'm 'bout to cry, nah I lied Haha, nigga in the sky First two [?] in a fucking long time Nah, Nah, Nah.... Now I'm back on his ass Pick 'em up, then put the bag in the grass I paid my hitters, put the rest in the stash I sit back and I laugh Run up on me, swear to god I'ma blast Run up on me, swear to god I'ma blast And karma's a bitch I didn't even had to spin with the fifth And all this dumout shit all on my dick Hey, I go dumb up in the studio Pull yo' card, no Yu-gi-oh Tryna pull my (card, nah never, it's whatever, ever?) And now I'm about to apply the pressure I heard them [?] diеd off yo' stretcher Nah, Nah, Nah... And karma's a bitch And all this dumout shit all on my dick I didn't evеn had to spin with the fifth And I ain't 'bout to hold you First thing when I saw you, [?] You pulled up on me, and I'm thinking like "wait do I know you?" But now you're dead, you're in the ground You better hear me now, [?] Fuck that nigga, I'ma say it proud I'm a real nigga, I done lost some niggas in the field, nigga I'm innocent, but I'm happy you got killed, nigga Lotta [?], better have that shit, no chill nigga S-Block, reputation we done built, nigga Nah, Nah, Nah... SmellyDrive, bullets fly, la la la la Nah, Nah, Nah... EazyDrive, and you're mom finna cry, nigga Dumout, dumout, dumout, dumout, yeah Dumout, dumout, dumout, dumout, yeah Dumout, dumout, dumout, dumout, yeah Dumout, dumout, dumout, dumout, yeah