Dancin! 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