My Lil Dance
Lock it up, lock it up
Microwave, microwave, microwave (1017 shit)
Mop it up, mop it up (brr)
Do my lil' dance with this ho, you hear? (Well, damn)
Crack my shit on this ho
(Go)
They got me crackin' my shit
If you in the trenches, then trap with a stick (on God)
They lock me up and they shackle my wrist
I slept on a mat, now I'm back in the mix
You ain't no savage, don't lie to me, nigga (on God)
I'm from the apartments, my heart in the trenches
Catch me in traffic, a 'Rari, I'm whippin' (skrrt-skrrt)
And I'm scratchin' off like a lottery ticket (on God)
You told on your dawg, that's a scar on your image (bitch)
The longer the story, the shorter your sentence
Most of these niggas gon' do that
Go put a hole in this 2X (boom, boom)
I came up from nothin', I'm straight out the gutter
You niggas can't go where I grew at
I fuck on your ho and you knock on the door
You know I'ma holler out, "Who that?" (Who that is?)
I bring that bitch to your doorbell
Louis V stamps on my coat tail
I used to trap out a motel
Niggas be hatin', but oh, well
Under my coat where the tool at
If you want smoke, we can do that (on God)
And it ain't no smoke 'cause I blew that
Ayy, look how he dance, how he do that?
Look out lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance
That ain't my dick, that's a stick in my pants (haan)
I took a risk to get this on my hands
That's my lil' steppa, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up (mop it up)
Microwave, microwave, microwave (trap)
Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up (trap)
12 gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up (boom)
Look out lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance
That ain't my dick, that's a stick in my pants (baow)
I took a risk to get this on my hands
That's my lil' steppa, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up (mop it up) (it's Gucci)
Microwave, microwave, microwave (yeah)
Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up (trap)
12 gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up (baow)
Look at my diamonds, they do a lil' dance (brr)
Ice on my neck and my wrist and my hands (bling)
Bust down the face and then bust down the band
Then bust on her face, I just fucked on a fan (wow)
Fuck you and your man, y'all get popped like a Xan' (grraow)
Got heat on my waist, I could give 'em a tan
I love my lil' hitters, they click on demand (love 'em)
Ayy, free my young niggas, let them out the can (free 'em)
Play with big Wop and you know it gon' go down
People don't trust me, they know that I'm low down (low down)
I was fucked up on my dick, down to four pounds
Now we move bricks and hit licks like the Zoe Pound (Zoe)
I'm making 'em feel it, I'm black as a skillett
Bought Wes a new pendant that spin and let's spend it
Can't take that shit with you, I got it, I get it
I live in a mansion, grew up in the trenches (wow)
Niggas be hating, I get it, they still in their feelings
Get found by some niggas who's fishing (go)
All the subliminal dissing can't blemish my image
I'm balling like I play for Clemson (balling)
Niggas try to ride on my wave 'cause I'm kosher like saving
Brand new Phantom, I paint it crimson (it's Gucci)
I spent like eighty thou' on my Bart Simpson (wow)
Straight off the top ain't no pad or no pencil (it's Gucci)
Look out lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance (haan)
That ain't my dick, that's a stick in my pants
I took a risk to get this on my hands
That's my lil' steppa, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up (mop it up)
Microwave, microwave, microwave (trap)
Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up (trap)
12 gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up (boom)
Look out lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance
That ain't my dick, that's a stick in my pants (baow)
I took a risk to get this on my hands
That's my lil' steppa, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up (mop it up)
Microwave, microwave, microwave (microwave)
Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up (trap)
12 gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up (baow)