Im Dumpin!!! - Tha God Fahim

Yo yo, uh

I don’t know what the fuck goin' on, nigga

I want answers, nigga

Rock in your mouth, nigga

What

Dump Gawd!

Its the fifth popper

The worlds best shit talker

Day walker

Stickin' niggas liker Peter Parker

I used to stash revolvers in my locker

Vernacular so proper

Spectacular the doctor

with stats

Bitch I rap like I’m dumpin' a Mac, facts

While brainstorming luxury tax, scratch

It’s hard to relax, guess

Ain’t no fucking rhymes in this backpack

I had you takin' permitted napsack

You blackjack

Fuck these niggas and they jail stories

Them lil tales boring

I’m 'bout to buy a crib that’s four stories

So fuck ya fake ass war stories

'Cause truthfully we see shit more gory

Protect ya neck, shit

Hop out the Lexus

How you like me with these diamonds on my neck, bitch?

Wet you like Texas

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta

I guess I found a new way to send a message

I’m restless

That carbon 15, I’m tryna see what that do

If it ain’t Kungg Fuu or Heem

I’m liable to whack you

Mach, that’s my nigga

Other than that fuck you rap dudes

Divino in the back with the still like the statue

Achoo!

Niggas get blessed

I let a slug dig in your chest

Let your bitch fuck my dick with her breasts

I got the iron so shit could get pressed

Put a fucking bullet in that Mitchell & Ness nigga

I’m unsatisfied 'til your whole faction dies

I’m the rapping eyes

One spilled capture eyes

Apple pie

Never goin' away without the macintosh

I’m clapping niggas

Fuck I look like doing grappling ties?