Dump Truck Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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[Intro]
Any last words?
Berge Always Flexin
I’m on a whole ‘nother level

[Chorus]
Woke up, got fresh today
I feel some type of way (Type of way)
Feel some type of way so I got fresh today (I got fresh today)
One b!tch gon’ keep changing all my fees
One b!tch gon’ count the cake (Count the cake)
Hell yeah I’m gon’ eat all my grits, this is Amazing Grace (Hey, hey)
If money could fill up a dump truck
If money could fill up a dump truck
These 4’Treys the gon’ slump stuff
These 4’Treys they gon’ hrrrdddd
Toxic punk inside the Cybertruck (Cybertruck)
What the fu*k you mean?
I drink that lean straight by the order cup
What the fu*k you mean?
New opps for my BM (Top)
Check my bank, it say BM (Top)
Now with a hunnid shots on bottom, let it off soon as we see (Hrrdd) him (Hrrddd, hrrddd) (Lil Top)
B!tch wan’ be my BM, yeah
Free want meet them vultures (Uh)
I’m gon’ act a ass inside this foreign, soon as I lift the sport (Skrrttt)

[Verse]
Get so fresh, put on that Saint Laurent, just like Saint Laurent (Let’s get it)
Switches, bags and most that got a scope, all these cryptic guns (Hold on)
This s*it out of hand
This s*it out of hand
Stuff 200,000 in boat, bae my pockets hurt my hands (Huh)
Count up
Aston Martin, that’s exactly how I’m feeling
New talk, they talking investments, please don’t tell me that’s for Bentley
Hide her away, you’ll think that she spilling

Spilling & dripping, flood her like water
Got to go way back to the north to get this swag
This s*it is not for order
Got to go way back to the north to rap like this, to trap like this
Smack that bit’
I ain’t even got to be ’round, that bag gon’ give you it, s*it
Double jump
My big brothers got the trap lit
Keep it lit
Strive the slums
Know that youngingll try something, so I’ll keep my stick
Yessir (Woah, woah, woah)
Hrrddd, ‘rrddd
If she got a hand, (Baow, baow) if she got a hand, huh, then she’ll be way out of hand
Getting way out of hand (Hee)
Then she’ll be way out of hand
Getting way out of hand (I-)
I done popped too many xans (Ouuu, ouu, ouu)
Too many xans (Ouuu)
Got way too many cars (Ouu, slide)
I’m not that fast (Woah, woah, woah) (Okay) (Ouu, ouu)
Get shot in yo throat, huh (Ouu)
Talking ’bout that you want smoke (Slime) (Ouu)
She could live in my home, (Ouu) but she say she want have her own (Want have her own)
(Type of way)

[Chorus]
Woke up, got fresh today
I feel some type of way (Some type of way) (Type of way)
Feel some type of way so I got fresh today (I got fresh) (I got fresh today)
One b!tch gon’ keep changing all my fees
One b!tch gon’ count the cake (Count the cake)
Hell yeah I’m gon’ eat all my grits, this is Amazing Grace (Mmm) (Hey, hey)
If money could fill up a dump truck
If money could fill up a dump truck (Stack that)
These 4’Treys the gon’ slump stuff
These 4’Treys they gon’ hrrddd, hrrrdddd (These 4’Treys they gon’ hit at something, yeah)
Toxic punk inside the Cybertruck (Ouu, Cybertruck)
What the fu*k you mean?
I drink that lean straight by the order cup (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
What the fu*k you mean?
New OPPs for my BM (Top)
Check my bank, it say BM (Top) (Woo)
Now with a hunnid shots on bottom, let it off soon as we see (Hrrdddd) him (Hrrddd, hrrddd) (Lil Top)
B!tch wan’ be my BM, yeah
Free want meet them vultures (Uh) (YoungBoy)
I’m gon’ act an ass inside this foreign, soon as I lift the sport (Skrrttt)

[Outro]
Aye let’s do it (Let do it my n!gga)
Uh-huh