"Dance Moves" lyrics
This shit get wicked 'bout that money, nigga
Yeah
I done your crib, nigga
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Tryna knock a blade runner, house party, K jumpin'
Shots blowin' so I wish a fuck nigga say somethin'
You do all that trollin' on the 'net and you get spanked from it
I've been in interrogation, baby, I ain't say nothin'
They could drop a tape of it
Matter fact, 'nother nigga mention, I'ma spank buddy
Matter fact, I'ma spank cousin
Mini ARP with air holes, I feel the flame from it
Nigga take somethin' from us, gon' need a pastor and some money
I'm a prize pick, I can't lie, I'm puttin' niggas under
Bought an old chop, artifact but this bitch shootin' butter
This is not a 4RUNNER, this a presidential whip
Know you family, boy, but I can't vouch for you 'til you trip, nigga
My young nigga underage but he sick
Told me go to school tomorrow, he told me, "Why I gotta vent, nigga?"
I can talk about them one corners 'cause I bent those
Boss nigga, bought my first whip, it was a Benzo
Shooters gotta shoot, he froze with it, got his bench smoked
Ain't no hater, I give props, my opps good at gettin' low
Go 'head and leave, won't miss you more than that Gen4
Bro got snitch jacket, you can't find the bitches in stores
Got a soft spot for niggas strugglin', I been broke
Whole time I have my dance ready for that end zone
I just did a skit and told my bitch she could hold me
I smoke suckers while my oldhead was smokin' OG
Think you got the last laugh, okay, cool, we gon' see
Fake niggas, I could read through 'em like Adobe
I just bent the corner real slow and showed 'em dance moves
Shot the fuck out him, nigga askin' what my hands do
Monkey nuts, better run from us when we catch you
CREAM baby and I'm war ready 'cause the cash rules
Damn (Damn)
Ooh
Ayy
Like Jim and thugs still a play runner, top heavy
You ain't top me until you bake somethin'
Take somethin', face somethin'
Oh, you post your bitch on your feed, think she safe from me?
I'll end this whole gang war I get some Drac' money
Long finger pointed at the play button
Break a rapper down and make an eighth of him
I could feel they days comin'
Yeah, on the low, I think these niggas hate money
Yeah, he don't leave the hood because he can't, dummy
Five bands on his head and now that's play money
Countin' up this stuntin' every day, buddy
I just did a skit and told my bitch she could hold me
I smoke suckers while my oldhead was smokin' OG
Think you got the last laugh, okay, cool, we gon' see
Fake niggas, I could read through 'em like Adobe
I just bent the corner real slow, showed 'em dance moves
Shot the fuck out him, nigga askin' what my hands do (Ayy)
Monkey nuts, better run from us when we catch you
CREAM baby and I'm war ready 'cause the cash rules
Ayy (Yeah)
That shit in your face
Ah
Boom, boom
Yeah
I done your crib, nigga
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Tryna knock a blade runner, house party, K jumpin'
Shots blowin' so I wish a fuck nigga say somethin'
You do all that trollin' on the 'net and you get spanked from it
I've been in interrogation, baby, I ain't say nothin'
They could drop a tape of it
Matter fact, 'nother nigga mention, I'ma spank buddy
Matter fact, I'ma spank cousin
Mini ARP with air holes, I feel the flame from it
Nigga take somethin' from us, gon' need a pastor and some money
I'm a prize pick, I can't lie, I'm puttin' niggas under
Bought an old chop, artifact but this bitch shootin' butter
This is not a 4RUNNER, this a presidential whip
Know you family, boy, but I can't vouch for you 'til you trip, nigga
My young nigga underage but he sick
Told me go to school tomorrow, he told me, "Why I gotta vent, nigga?"
I can talk about them one corners 'cause I bent those
Boss nigga, bought my first whip, it was a Benzo
Shooters gotta shoot, he froze with it, got his bench smoked
Ain't no hater, I give props, my opps good at gettin' low
Go 'head and leave, won't miss you more than that Gen4
Bro got snitch jacket, you can't find the bitches in stores
Got a soft spot for niggas strugglin', I been broke
Whole time I have my dance ready for that end zone
I just did a skit and told my bitch she could hold me
I smoke suckers while my oldhead was smokin' OG
Think you got the last laugh, okay, cool, we gon' see
Fake niggas, I could read through 'em like Adobe
I just bent the corner real slow and showed 'em dance moves
Shot the fuck out him, nigga askin' what my hands do
Monkey nuts, better run from us when we catch you
CREAM baby and I'm war ready 'cause the cash rules
Damn (Damn)
Ooh
Ayy
Like Jim and thugs still a play runner, top heavy
You ain't top me until you bake somethin'
Take somethin', face somethin'
Oh, you post your bitch on your feed, think she safe from me?
I'll end this whole gang war I get some Drac' money
Long finger pointed at the play button
Break a rapper down and make an eighth of him
I could feel they days comin'
Yeah, on the low, I think these niggas hate money
Yeah, he don't leave the hood because he can't, dummy
Five bands on his head and now that's play money
Countin' up this stuntin' every day, buddy
I just did a skit and told my bitch she could hold me
I smoke suckers while my oldhead was smokin' OG
Think you got the last laugh, okay, cool, we gon' see
Fake niggas, I could read through 'em like Adobe
I just bent the corner real slow, showed 'em dance moves
Shot the fuck out him, nigga askin' what my hands do (Ayy)
Monkey nuts, better run from us when we catch you
CREAM baby and I'm war ready 'cause the cash rules
Ayy (Yeah)
That shit in your face
Ah
Boom, boom
