Dancin! Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Get up out on the floor, dancing all night long
Get up out on the floor, dancing till the break of dawn
Get up out on the floor, dancing till the break of dawn
Get up out on the floor
Look, blow up your block, shit sound like a bomb
How you do the crime, but can't do the time
You ready to step on up, get in line
They talkin' bout pressure, that's what I applied
AGNB, we be hittin' the horn
We walk through the rain and made it through the storm
Send shots, we tryna leave em deformed
I'm hot, somebody ring the alarm
We like to creep, like Swipe of the Fox
You'll never catch me, wifing a thot
We hit a cut and go light up a opp
They bumpin' us whether they like us or not
We in the trap, tryna beat up the block
Thot bitch in the back, tryna eat up the cock
We stay trigger happy and eager to pop
Don't try to fuck with us when we at the top
I'm strapped, run up on me and get clapped
12 burn down, I'ma throw the strap
I just touched down, tryna overlap
I'm hittin' it once, then I'm over that
Got booked like twice, I ain't goin' back
Who in that whip, I be on that
And I know for a fact, niggas gon' lack
We step on opps like a doormat
You got a gun, but you ain't got no heart
38 Special, we buss and it bark
Ain't duckin' from opps, we be duckin' from narcs
Put holes in that whip and then leave it in park
Like, why the fuck am I dissin' you for
When I could just pull up and kick in your door
Everybody with me be itchin' to score
I'll step on the opps in my Christian Dior's
We just be stalkin' the opps
Last nigga got hit, now its cholk on the block
No, I can't go, so I walk with a Glock
Yellow tape on the block, we ain't talkin' to cops
They like how y'all catchin' these lil' niggas lackin
Cause they be walkin' a lot
He a rat, how he get released with free food
Cause he was talkin' a lot
We don't ride in a fish bowl we need a tint
Post up on that block and we getting it spinned
Tryna clear up his name, but he ain't makin' sense just beat murder 1 we ain't doing attempts
Bro got a locked up and start payin' me rent
When I got locked up, where everybody went
You ain't makin' money off me, I'm tryna start my own label
That's cause I need every percent
Pull up on the opps, for keep throwin' hits on the net
We send shots, we ain't sendin' no threats
They wolfing while we tryna spin with a tech
Anybody could get it, like, fuck what you rep
You lovin' this bitch, I treat her like a pet
Bet I'll get her wet and I don't gotta flex
If I say I want you, bitch, I don't gotta ex
I know that I'm blessed and I don't gotta stress
She let me fuck as soon as we met
Four nick with a dick, tryna spin through the uh
Hallow tip hit a ligament, his body numb
I been itchin' to let off this clip on this gun
You gon end up like Rick if you try to run
Caught a new opp, we send him up by the sun
We smoking BA and they ain't slide or none