Don't Get Dumped On

[Hook - K. Jayz] I’ll advise you to not get dumped on So you can live another day, you punk pawn They really do ride on the West Side So if you fuck with them, you asking for suicide (3x) [Verse 1 - Elijah Klaus] East side to the west, young kids that flex Chasing dreams, ain’t got time for hoes Our whole team tryna get that go Fuck around, get dumped on Get knocked on, get dumped on Never talking shit cause I’m ‘bout mine Better watch your step, cause I got mine Better watch your step, cause I plant mines That’s dynamite You better watch the sight You better watch your sight You better get the picture If a nigga talking shit, I put that choppa to a scripture I’ll advise that you watch your words Spitting murderous flow That’s razor blade to your throat, nigga I’ll advise that you watch your words Cause my team be the dopest If you hear the shit we dropping, we stay bombing Riding round in my city, all the shit that I’m on New shit that I’m blasting, Eastside of my town Westside where I’m blazing, "XvX" be my sound If you fuck around with my crew, that’s suicide that I’m bringing motherfucker [Verse 2 - K. Jayz] As I ride on these bitch ass niggas, I’m only focused on the bigger picture But I never thought they would never wanna be proficient They’re too narrow minded to get the fuck out the kitchen So while I’m worried about my own life to embark I’m steady watching a bullet fly through your nogging Kiss your family good-bye, cause you’ll never be walking again [Hook] [Verse 3 - K. Jayz] Put your motherfucking tool away You don’t really want these niggas to come and spray With a .44, Uzi, Ak-47 with the banana clip And don’t forget the Mac-11 Niggas rolling up in low-riders Now, I’ll ask you again, is you a rider? Nah, y’all just some wanna be thugs Messing around with yo’ niggas, tryna have fun On every single corner I see girls nowadays tryna get in ‘em drawers As if the role reversed Nah, nevermind, that’s just for bitch niggas in skirts The same ones claiming they ready for action But if they fuck around, they get divided like a fraction So I can never ever show sympathy When I hear synchronized bullets like a symphony [Hook] [Verse 4 - Elijah Klaus] AK, leave you in a body bag Blood stain, body drags Accomplish it, but not a sound No witnesses, new stitches They killing shit for the lunches We rookies here, but we munching You talking loose, think you funny Synchronized with the shot, that metronome to hit you in your dome And if you hear the clap, you better run your ass back home Yeah, we know that it’s your girl, but she was dying to give us dome A lotta niggas talking “squad”, they be main to be alone I send my mans right in your home, hit your family with the chrome While your mom’s still on that phone, you see the sickness in my zone Hood shit with big wheels, new mac and thick steel Bad bitch, she too trill Eastside to the west still And if I cock it back, then the shit’s real If I cock it back, then the shit’s real Heart [Hook x2]