Dance Song

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Yeah Yeah! Yeah Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh [Verse 1] Pull up in all black like Kodak Black Big-ass bags, they know me for that Please, fuck out my face, you don't know me like that I do not need a plug to throw me a pack Tell a opp nigga, go ahead, nigga, back, back Hell nah, bitch, you ain't gettin' the CashApp Came from a long way, past that Glock on the hip, they like, "How he stash that?" Baby girl, I'm gettin' groovy I fade a bitch like I'm Boosie My bitch'd beat your bitch up Dope way too strong, Auntie can't get up Auntie like, "Neph, free Pap" Thirty-first, bitch, free crack Any car drivin' like a Scat Pack This bitch strong, gave Unc' a heart attack Ooh, back up, bitch, I got moves Tonight, might do me some shrooms Pulp Fiction Neph, I got moves We can pop a bean, we ain't goin' on a cruise She like, "I'm here, don't care if you lose" All my opps tryna call a truce Fuck out my phone, I ain't got shit for you Do not call me, call your bitch for it Fake-ass life, nigga, that's a facade Don't call me Neph, call me God Little-ass dick size, wave rod Bitch gon' clap round of applause My bitch steal out of stores and do fraud She like, "Do you love me?" I'm like, "I swear to God" Who, what, when, where? I set it off They like, "Goddamn, Neph, you set it off" She like, "Ooh, daddy, you tasty" In the S7, who wanna race me? You can't compare my bitch to basic I roll up, three-point-five and face it If you feelin' some way, then say it We trappin', it's not a vacation All the opps broke and confused You ain't got no money, nigga, get out the room I'm in the front, not the caboose All the opps wanna call a truce Drink grand cru before Grey Goose Audi so big, it can't take a [?] How you got the za here? It flew My za take more flights than you Feel like Max B on "Grand Cru" Sit down, blueprint, what the plan do? I'ma ball harder than Caillou More uppercuts than Ryu I'm doin' good, bitch, how are you? I got grams, baby, not for you Blackin' out like I drunk too much Brody got credit cards, tryna punch too much Nigga, steal from here, I'll fuck you up Glock make you look like you tryna double dutch They like, "Hold on, Neph gettin' spicy" 1017, they don't like me I feel like Gucci Mane in the brain Told a bitch I'd go up north, then [?] I grind for this, don't get excited Auntie took the [?] she bitin' Listen here, free Tr3yway Shotti Throw a bitch in the trunk like Tekashi [Verse 2] Uh Throw a bitch in the trunk like Tr3yway Shotti I feel like AR-AB talkin' about robbin' me Who the fuck? When, where, what, who robbin' me? On the first song, think he hit the lottery I'll boom a bitch like Kay Flock did You tryna rate my song, I'm tryna rate your work They on live when I'm talkin' 'bout work [?] tryna talk 'bout RXK "Rate my song," get the fuck out my face You come to my show, I'll break your face He like, "I'm a fan, why you wanna break my face?" Cause this coke make you not feel your face Juelz Santana, you can't feel your face Coke too good, you won't feel your face Nigga talkin' 'bout why I'm like this everyday I'ma stay in the house, I ain't got crack to sell Better do [?] I ain't buyin' Chanel I told all of 'em, don't test me how I feel On the trap move, still grindin' on the rail Bitch pressin' dope, get big as hell Might jump on the incline with fentanyl Might jump on the decline with heron Bitch, who the hell is you starin' at? Why the hell you wearin' that? I went to Neiman Marcus, that's why I'm wearin' that Burberry my hat, Burberry my frames (Burberry!) I feel like Big Worm, bitch Where the fuck is my money at? Pull up in the ice cream truck I feel like Big Worm in the ice cream truck I'm like [?], don't hype me up He like, "Neph, you black and you turnt the fuck up" Brainstorm, don't hype me up He like, "You blackin' out, Neph, what the fuck?" All my crack [?] need Jenny Craig They all fat, fuck Jenny Craig Brainstorm said, "Fuck Jenny Craig" All the crack bags look like [?] All on the floor, lookin' like I'm Luda Bitch, you dirty, go pick up a broom Bitch, get the fuck out my house My new girlfriend'd knock you the fuck out Uppercut the shit out you, box you the fuck out I feel like that black nigga in Get Out I told all my coke to get out Bitch, I'm about to motherfuckin' blatt [?] feel like [?] Feel like spaghetti, [?] Bitch, free Pap Auntie like, "Mm-hm," white [?] They like, "Neph known for the glick in his hat" Get off the flight, they like, "How he get in with that?" Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh I'm makin' movies, cinematic when I dump the lil' Uzi Bitch thick as shit with a fat coochie I catch a body, come back like Boosie