Maag Dump versuri

Versuri ‎OsamaSon – Maag Dump lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m a beast, I ain’t playin’, bitch
.223s, start callin’ for GCPD, I ain’t sayin’ shit
AMG, switch lanes quick, bought another chain, bitch
Oh, you still on the same shit? Too much smoke, might faint, bitch
Gun smoke out of the gun, I just jumped out, I ain’t done
My lil’ shooter hit shit for fun, and I got another shooter for another one
And I got another gun for another gun
Boy, you can try to run, we go dumb
Mag dump, mag dump, mag dump, mag dump

[Verse 1]
This gon’ be your last flex, huh, uh, the acid
Bitch, not your ho, one month, huh, I’m not laughin’, yeah
On that shit, yeah, nah, another man hit, huh
Another man hit, huh, fuck up the pit
This lil’ bitch a gnat, yeah, we jump out and brag, yeah
M-my lil’ Porsche gon’ drag, yeah, I got the gang in the back, yeah
We don’t play tag, we hand out new toe-tags, yeah
Dra— D-Draco got a kick back, yeah, that shit just made mе laugh, yeah (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Draco laggin’, G-Gen 5— Gen 5 laggin’, huh, h-huh
I’m still trappin’, yеah, count up the backend
What you jackin’? We spend too, we tax shit
Boy, you better be glad, bitch, that you didn’t get hit last hit=

[Chorus]
I’m a beast, I ain’t playin’, bitch
.223s, start callin’ for GCPD, I ain’t sayin’ shit
AMG, switch lanes quick, bought another chain, bitch
Oh, you still on the same shit? Too much smoke, might faint, bitch
Gun smoke out of the gun, I just jumped out, I ain’t done
My lil’ shooter hit shit for fun, and I got another shooter for another one
And I got another gun for another gun
Boy, you can try to run, we go dumb
Mag dump, mag dump, mag dump, mag dump

[Verse 2]
Too many mags up in the coupe
I’m with my crew, bitch, who is you?
I’m smokin’ thrax, this nothin’ new
I move the band inside of the boot
H-hold on, I’m movin’ in this bitch
Just one call and they shootin’ in this bitch
Hands on the ball, I ain’t passin’ this shit
Hotbox, make a lil’ fog in this bitch
Walked in with the bulldogs in this bitch
That lil’ boy, all bark, you a lil’ pit
Brand-new chain, now the bitch wanna eat dick
Expensive restaurants too nasty, I don’t eat shit
Been on that shit, nigga, I ain’t post nothin’
You are a bitch and you flexin’ with your coach gun
Been first class, I ain’t ridin’ no coach, huh
She never seen a hundred racks on a section
I’m in a jet, huh, that’s why I couldn’t text, nah
Brand-new bitch, she my best one, yeah
Buy her new clothes, yeah, I dress her
Money on money, I’m never stressin’
Take a trip to Switz’, I’m sailing
I don’t believe in 777, take my chances up in Hell, man
In a Hellcat, faster than the mailman
Slime gettin’ out as soon as they call bail
They got the man wanting to raise Hell
I got illegal guns up in my shelf

[Outro]
I’m a beast, I ain’t playin’, bitch
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) I’m a— I’m a beast, I ain’t playin’, bitch
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) I-I-I-I’m a beast, I ain’t playin’, bitch
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) I’m— I-I-I-I’m a beast, I ain’t playin’, bitch (Draco)

Written by: ‎OsamaSon / Warren Hunter