1Dynamite1 - Dummy

Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, okay, okay Hop in this bitch and I get in the money
I ain't no nerd Yeah
But stick on me, I might pull up on your ass and purge, okay Ayy
Cause we gon' put your ass on a shirt
Fuckin wit me, I might pull up and murk
It's embedded in me to just chase the money and put in the work
Yeah, these niggas be faking, putting on facades
Yeah, but I'll pull up in your car and crack your broad

Yeah yeah
I'm blowing up like Dynamite not no Saddam
Yeah, yeah, she try to take on me, I said, bitch aha
Yeah, if you ain't talking, bout them funds or guns I say, blah, blah
Ayy, pull up and hit the Shedeur
Yeah, I'll take your bitch to the room, then
take her to Molly Shore
When ya bitch with me, she said she ain't done
this shit before
Pour me a foe up
I don't fuck with them like they liqour
Tell me just why they be hating on me
But these niggas so finnickey
I hate how they flock to me
Getting money that's obsolete
We got drugs and money, yeah
As far as the eye can see
I know my momma was proud of me
Baby, if you need some space, just talk to me

Gimme that mic, I'ma rock out, rock out
We hit the opps block one time and now they is clocked out, clocked out
We gon' push them AMGs, no, stock now, stock now
Now I gotta heat up like a fucking torch now
Okay, okay, pull up on me, you know I ain't missing
March on that nigga, I'm army enlisted
Fuck up the motherfucking competition
Niggas tryna cancel me, do you need a petition?
Get shit from my plug, no, I don't need prescriptions
Evolution crazy, I used to be chimpin'
Fuck these hoes, I ain't simping
Bobby brown on me cause I be limping
Fake niggas put me in they fucking mentions
Pull up on me with that lilo you know It get to stitching
I'm soaring up so high, I am back again
You fucking with me, I'ma get them racks again
Stack again, you fakin to me so much, why you acting then
Two of them twins, I hit him again, bitches be coming in
Mechanical gun on me like Tony Stark, yeah Ball in my game, I guess I'm playing in my
fucking park,
Yeah The way I spit that shit, they say that shit's some real art
You want smoke, I take your fucking bones apart
Choppa hit your legs and leave you looking like Bonaparte
Cook it up just like miso
Every shot I'll shoot I'll make it just like a free throw
Trappin around my city but I won't catch a RICO
Chop on me and it shoot just like it's fucking glee show
That's a wrap, that's a wrap

Written by:
Kayshonn DePaul

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