"Dancing With The Stars" lyrics
YN Jay & Rmc Mike Lyrics
[YN Jay:]
Bitch
(I don't give a fuck about shit)
Bitch (Like, nothin')
Yeah
Two Glocks, one AR, three Draco's on me
Talking down on your mans, you must hate your homie
You eating bullshit protein, that's fake baloney
Why her face only pretty when she got makeup on it?
You just popped up out the bed, she got a wake up moment
Can tell the weed dookie by the shake up on it
I can hit your bitch, only take a moment
It only take a second, ayy
I hit your bitch on the first try, you on take seven
On some bullshit salad, he got fake lettuce
I just rolled two dice, I'm tryna make seven
Thought he was good, nigga died in his safe haven
Spin the bitch quick as fuck, I'm finna Beyblade her
Pulled in my driveway, she looking at my cars
I hit a bitch in a Roles Royce, we dancing with the stars
Nigga weak as hell, but his family hard
Bitch pussy gooder than a candy bar
This nigga granddad weak as hell, but his granny hard
Back in the day, I beat his ass on his granny yard
You don't wanna rap battle with me, I got granny bars
He made me mad, I beat his ass and sold his granny bars
And I ain't talking rap bars, I'm talking Xanny bars
Everybody share one whip, that's the family car
Finna buy a brand new V, and make it the family car
She did me bold but I still love her, I can't stand my heart
I think I know your people, who your family are?
Where your family is?
I can't believe this bitch really think we locked in, she at my granny crib
[RMC Mike:]
Ha, ah
Bitch, I never make a play where my family live
In Bikini Bottom, finna pull up at Sandy crib
I'm finna slide with my brother Glock, it's barely his
How the fuck you pour a three, and we barely see it?
Pull out and bust right on her face, like I'm scared of kids
Ran in the crib with a Scream mask, finna scare the kids
I dug it up and smoked a nigga with it, it's a dirty SIG
Okay, the drank can't beat my ass but this 30 is
Forty-one presidential on, whipping a thirty-six
Watch me bust it down and split, this a dirty brick
Automatic three like Kyrie with the Curry mix
The opps dropped double zero, on some James Worthy shit
They ain't hitting nothing
I was in the A with snow, and I ain't even bluffing
I'ma hit her, then forget her, I ain't even cuffing
I'm tryna fuck her off two thirties, I can't even function
She gave me ten thousand blues, and I ain't even stuff her
She gave me tomato top, I ain't even fuck her
Yeah
I know who smoked your mans, but I ain't seen nothing
Told that bitch that I love her, I ain't mean nothing
Bitch, we got it out the mud, now our team bussing
Like diamonds with the [?] color
Yeah
I done drunk so much purple, this my pee color
I can't let you suck my dick 'cause your teeth butter
Nigga, you ain't made no profit, you a re-upper
We done had this shit on lock the last three summers
[Louie Ray:]
I don't want no old shit, she gotta be younger
Pull up with some fine shit, I'm lettin' the sea judge her
She gon' say I smell good, she lettin' me hug her
Yeah, looking like it with cologne on
I ain't smoking what you smoke, that's the homegrown
801-3-, that's the old phone
I left Flint for 'bout a year, now all my hoes gone
Can't make it, uh, that's the wide bone
Cartier shades, but the sides chrome
I'm might try to fuck, I don't sign hoes
I ain't shopping at the mall, I go and find clothes
He gave me half on this twenty, that's a lock and load
You got twenty clean shots, that's how a Glock load
Drinking lean better when the pop cold
Ain't no fans playing with me, I done stop shows
Why he got the gun? Never blew one
I'm tryna find a pint tonight, do one
Don't ever say I'm a bitch, nigga, you one
I couldn't find a bitch out here, that's why I flew one
Screen across the whole dash, this the new one
Don't tell me what you would do, you don't do none
Electric car, hit the blue button
I got something going out, something new coming
I said it was gon' happen, like I knew something
He got drank, looking like he wanna do some
(What you wanna do?)
Bitch
(I don't give a fuck about shit)
Bitch (Like, nothin')
Yeah
Two Glocks, one AR, three Draco's on me
Talking down on your mans, you must hate your homie
You eating bullshit protein, that's fake baloney
Why her face only pretty when she got makeup on it?
You just popped up out the bed, she got a wake up moment
Can tell the weed dookie by the shake up on it
I can hit your bitch, only take a moment
It only take a second, ayy
I hit your bitch on the first try, you on take seven
On some bullshit salad, he got fake lettuce
I just rolled two dice, I'm tryna make seven
Thought he was good, nigga died in his safe haven
Spin the bitch quick as fuck, I'm finna Beyblade her
Pulled in my driveway, she looking at my cars
I hit a bitch in a Roles Royce, we dancing with the stars
Nigga weak as hell, but his family hard
Bitch pussy gooder than a candy bar
This nigga granddad weak as hell, but his granny hard
Back in the day, I beat his ass on his granny yard
You don't wanna rap battle with me, I got granny bars
He made me mad, I beat his ass and sold his granny bars
And I ain't talking rap bars, I'm talking Xanny bars
Everybody share one whip, that's the family car
Finna buy a brand new V, and make it the family car
She did me bold but I still love her, I can't stand my heart
I think I know your people, who your family are?
Where your family is?
I can't believe this bitch really think we locked in, she at my granny crib
[RMC Mike:]
Ha, ah
Bitch, I never make a play where my family live
In Bikini Bottom, finna pull up at Sandy crib
I'm finna slide with my brother Glock, it's barely his
How the fuck you pour a three, and we barely see it?
Pull out and bust right on her face, like I'm scared of kids
Ran in the crib with a Scream mask, finna scare the kids
I dug it up and smoked a nigga with it, it's a dirty SIG
Okay, the drank can't beat my ass but this 30 is
Forty-one presidential on, whipping a thirty-six
Watch me bust it down and split, this a dirty brick
Automatic three like Kyrie with the Curry mix
The opps dropped double zero, on some James Worthy shit
They ain't hitting nothing
I was in the A with snow, and I ain't even bluffing
I'ma hit her, then forget her, I ain't even cuffing
I'm tryna fuck her off two thirties, I can't even function
She gave me ten thousand blues, and I ain't even stuff her
She gave me tomato top, I ain't even fuck her
Yeah
I know who smoked your mans, but I ain't seen nothing
Told that bitch that I love her, I ain't mean nothing
Bitch, we got it out the mud, now our team bussing
Like diamonds with the [?] color
Yeah
I done drunk so much purple, this my pee color
I can't let you suck my dick 'cause your teeth butter
Nigga, you ain't made no profit, you a re-upper
We done had this shit on lock the last three summers
[Louie Ray:]
I don't want no old shit, she gotta be younger
Pull up with some fine shit, I'm lettin' the sea judge her
She gon' say I smell good, she lettin' me hug her
Yeah, looking like it with cologne on
I ain't smoking what you smoke, that's the homegrown
801-3-, that's the old phone
I left Flint for 'bout a year, now all my hoes gone
Can't make it, uh, that's the wide bone
Cartier shades, but the sides chrome
I'm might try to fuck, I don't sign hoes
I ain't shopping at the mall, I go and find clothes
He gave me half on this twenty, that's a lock and load
You got twenty clean shots, that's how a Glock load
Drinking lean better when the pop cold
Ain't no fans playing with me, I done stop shows
Why he got the gun? Never blew one
I'm tryna find a pint tonight, do one
Don't ever say I'm a bitch, nigga, you one
I couldn't find a bitch out here, that's why I flew one
Screen across the whole dash, this the new one
Don't tell me what you would do, you don't do none
Electric car, hit the blue button
I got something going out, something new coming
I said it was gon' happen, like I knew something
He got drank, looking like he wanna do some
(What you wanna do?)
