"Dance Now" lyrics

Look, look, J.I.D back in the city with it
Jiddy done been all across the globe
They say JID a scribbler, he silly with it
When he spiting, I hope he don't sell his soul
He should be good, man, he signed to Cole
He from the hood, nigga down the road
He was just jugging right by the stove
Then the saw the patrol, it was time to roll
Saw the patrol it was time to ride
Motor running on the more you drive
Got a country cousin cruising with that blamer in Savannah at the Florida Georgia line
Got a couple family members in Atlanta, not Atlanta, we let Almaretta decide
They just gone let that Beretta fly 'cause you niggas bugging, spray pesticide
It's me and the bros, it's not extra guys
And they moving weight, it's no exercise
We could pick a date to come stretch you out
Only showing muscle when it's flexing time
You could see the hustle, you could recognize
Overcame struggle when the Devil tried
Let me bare it all when I'm telling God
You know I'mma rant, when I talk to Ja

Nigga said that I can't, damn lie
Ain't dapping no hand, sanitize
We gone slide on you man, landslide
It's a nine in my pants, Hancock
You gone try to recant, you can't now
I can step on a ant, ant pile
I'mma shoot at the ground, dance now
Dance, uh, dance, shh, dance

Boy what a handsome gift
To live and unlive the sin
Riding with bags and bricks
And my lil nasty chick
That's what I asked of him
Told me he'd grant my wish
Don't you dance with the devil
You'll never dance again
Dance now
Dance, dance, shh, dance
Dance now
Dance, dance, shh, dance
Dance now
Dance, dance, shh, dance
Dance now
Dance, dance, shh, dance

I'm not a two stepping man, I said I do not dance
It's a gun inside my pants, and the whole worlds in his hands
It depends, penny for your sins
Shotting up the block, can't stop revenge
Nappy dread locks like a Rasta man
Where the story ends and plot thickens
Mama said the messiahs and the moccasins, tried to save the kids, in the apartment sins
Sure way to live, whatever options, opulence, decadence, black excellence, and lots of it
I could cop the newest Beamer, Bentley, or Balenciagas
I could pay for this lil nigga scholarship
I ain't caught up in rap nigga politics
Play with me and you playing yourself, playing with death, say 'em a prayer
Kathy and Karl got a K on the shelf
I'm in DeKalb county open carrying, catering chef
Cooking up another plate of the best
Me and Crystal got it popping like it's Crisco fried chicken
I'm licking her thighs, then I put my face in breast, I
Took a drive, my plug on the westside of Atlanta
He known to finesse guys, with a hammer on camera, ten headshots
On the camera, knock out a dreadlock
That's a felony charge, he caught F
Nigga's come to the A and get X'd out
But I only been hit 'cause I'm trying to help
Only one you can help is yourself now

Nigga said that I can't, damn lie
Ain't dapping no hand, sanitize
We gone slide on you man, landslide
It's a nine in my pants, Hancock
You gone try to recant, you can't now
I can step on a ant, ant pile
I'mma shoot at the ground, dance now
Dance, uh, dance, shh, dance

Boy what a handsome gift
To live and unlive the sin
Riding with bags and bricks
And my lil nasty chick
That's what I asked of him
Told me he'd grant my wish
Don't you dance with the devil
You'll never dance again
Dance now
Dance, dance, shh, dance
Dance now
Dance, dance, shh, dance
Dance now
Dance, dance, shh, dance
Dance now
Dance, dance, shh, dance