"Dance Cracka" lyrics
(feat. BLP KOSHER)
Huh, huh, huh
Baow, baow
Jeju
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow
And she gon' tweak, told her, "Better tweak for me"
Unc in the trap steady tweak on the PCP
I'm the type to throw a party at the PNC
Fucked up in the head, bought neph' a Glock, he want a PSP
Huh
Shake (Huh), shake (Huh), shake somethin', baby (Huh)
Shake, shake (Huh), shake somethin', baby (Huh)
Shake (Huh), shake, shake somethin', baby (Huh)
Shake, shake (Huh), shake somethin', baby (Huh)
Bitch, I'm too high, talkin' 'bout too fried
Fucked that ho too many times, need her tubes tied
I'm off three pills, in here with two nines
Bitch smellin' fishy-fishy, call her tuna
I can't crank her, she need a tune-up
Might finesse somethin', maybe two times
In here with zoo mami, she want that Goyard
I ain't finna calm down 'til a dude die
Smokin' all that to the face, bitch, I can't breathe
Trapped so hard up out that bitch, so I can't speak
The way I pop it, I make everybody hate me
Standin' tall in that pussy, bitch, I'm 8'3"
Water, money talk, huh, it speak the truth
I practice what I preach, I like to read the Book of Ruth
Throwin' hundreds out the lid, money colored fountain blue
I just walked in Club E11even, 12 looking at my shoes, ayy, ayy
Free Lil Spodee out the feds 'til he back up on the loose
And if a cracker diss the denim, get him back up on the roof
They know I'm clutchin' on the fucking grease gun, send you to Zeus
Spider bitin', bitch, you know I keep one, that brown recluse
Huh, huh
Shake (Huh), shake (Huh), shake somethin', baby (Huh)
Shake, shake (Huh), shake somethin', baby (Huh)
Shake (Huh), shake, shake somethin', baby (Huh)
Shake, shake (Huh), shake somethin', baby (Huh)
You know I'm fuckin' with the news and I'm clutchin' that semi
Shit ain't makeup, I got people fuckin' round with that fenty
I'm in the trap with some bowls, come and shop, we got plenty
Unc fucked up in the head, he want the one with the fetty
Nineteen shots up in the Glock, I swear I thought I had twenty
Jit got rich off rap and rock, but he still eatin' at Denny's
Kosher told me, "Cop the Porsche," I say, "I rock with the Bentley"
She say I got dope dick, that's why she fiend for the Jimmy
Me and Rug in the Porsche, you could say that I got nineteen eleven
I'm with BLP 'cause all my opps be lemon pepper
They got me touched, but it ain't felt, this gator skin, not no leather
I count the man up with G's, I hand 'em in with the devil
Baow, baow
Jeju
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, baow, baow
And she gon' tweak, told her, "Better tweak for me"
Unc in the trap steady tweak on the PCP
I'm the type to throw a party at the PNC
Fucked up in the head, bought neph' a Glock, he want a PSP
Huh
Shake (Huh), shake (Huh), shake somethin', baby (Huh)
Shake, shake (Huh), shake somethin', baby (Huh)
Shake (Huh), shake, shake somethin', baby (Huh)
Shake, shake (Huh), shake somethin', baby (Huh)
Bitch, I'm too high, talkin' 'bout too fried
Fucked that ho too many times, need her tubes tied
I'm off three pills, in here with two nines
Bitch smellin' fishy-fishy, call her tuna
I can't crank her, she need a tune-up
Might finesse somethin', maybe two times
In here with zoo mami, she want that Goyard
I ain't finna calm down 'til a dude die
Smokin' all that to the face, bitch, I can't breathe
Trapped so hard up out that bitch, so I can't speak
The way I pop it, I make everybody hate me
Standin' tall in that pussy, bitch, I'm 8'3"
Water, money talk, huh, it speak the truth
I practice what I preach, I like to read the Book of Ruth
Throwin' hundreds out the lid, money colored fountain blue
I just walked in Club E11even, 12 looking at my shoes, ayy, ayy
Free Lil Spodee out the feds 'til he back up on the loose
And if a cracker diss the denim, get him back up on the roof
They know I'm clutchin' on the fucking grease gun, send you to Zeus
Spider bitin', bitch, you know I keep one, that brown recluse
Huh, huh
Shake (Huh), shake (Huh), shake somethin', baby (Huh)
Shake, shake (Huh), shake somethin', baby (Huh)
Shake (Huh), shake, shake somethin', baby (Huh)
Shake, shake (Huh), shake somethin', baby (Huh)
You know I'm fuckin' with the news and I'm clutchin' that semi
Shit ain't makeup, I got people fuckin' round with that fenty
I'm in the trap with some bowls, come and shop, we got plenty
Unc fucked up in the head, he want the one with the fetty
Nineteen shots up in the Glock, I swear I thought I had twenty
Jit got rich off rap and rock, but he still eatin' at Denny's
Kosher told me, "Cop the Porsche," I say, "I rock with the Bentley"
She say I got dope dick, that's why she fiend for the Jimmy
Me and Rug in the Porsche, you could say that I got nineteen eleven
I'm with BLP 'cause all my opps be lemon pepper
They got me touched, but it ain't felt, this gator skin, not no leather
I count the man up with G's, I hand 'em in with the devil
