Dump Bust Blast lyrics

Uh (Uh)
Come on, ai, ai Boskeezy?
Ah, my, my, turn it up (burps)
Hey Boskeezy? Hey that s*** right there, ay

(talk to my wepolations), that s***.
That`s ibeen? That s*** smibeen that s*** ibeen?
That s*** smibeen, ooh (ooh)
4:15 showcasing to the max

Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety attacks
Pitch black normal tint BOOM BAP!
F***ed around and overheated my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, f*** a ho

These are the thing that, uh, you need to know
Bust him open spin open the duct tape and the foil
Eat the rest and get a pot and let `em boil
Bullet proof vest never confess keep a bucket full of acid

1-800-888 zippers-on-tastic
Clinetel, raise `em high raise `em low
Out on bail everybody hit the floor

[Chorus:]
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust (ooh!)
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, (BEOTCH!) Blast

Slurp slip, deep throat s*** I`m outta sight
I like to get my dick sucked in - broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil acting tough
Break your a** down like a 12-gauge and call yo` bluff

Ignore a fool, that`s what they holler
Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation
We hot like jalapenos

Man, how come n****s can`t put their money together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you bring him back?
He was one of them enemies that tried to participate
in Swiss Cheezin` my clean a** Cadillac

My Cadillac, My Pontiac I mean
My under bucket hoopty parked on magazines

[Chorus: x2]

Check it out (check it out)
Third verse, let`s begin lets be gone
I done served more water than, uh, Evian
Posted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard serving dead

Yola, ice cream, Ben and Jerry (Jer)
I`ve been doing somethings, cigars and pinky rings
I`m a fixture up in this s*** like E-40 and the Click
Paper all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge

Automatics in the kitchen cabinets man I kill a motherf***er over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they don`t count n**** hustle
The dope game runs on two thing (what`s that?) money and muscle
Do some gotti, fourth of July your party

Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest n**** in your town"
a** down in front of everybody

[Chorus]