DANCE! (feat. WASSUP ROCK & CISCAUX)

The world is yours

Let's go

Bitch, dance and throw that ass up

Blunt's so big, I could roll ya ass up

So drop it, I got my bags up

I got big bands, you need your racks up

So do it, go stupid

Ass on fat, but her waist on movin'

Got three racks, just spent on shoes

And whatchu want? Bitch, I ain't no cupid (ay, ay)

Bitch, dance

Her face is a eight, but her ass ten

He wants a picture, but he told his girl to ask me

Leather pants got me feeling like a bad bitch

I'm still the same, rockin' since back then

Still on the same drugs but way more

Beat up Vans, I got taste still

My new crib is somewhere where it's sunny out

But I spent twelve bands on this rain coat

Always off of it, forever lockin' in

I'm going hard again, your boyfriend clockin' in

Black and white chick, mixеd like Dalmatian

My momma said I spend way too much on me

Oh, my God

Fifteen bitchеs in the crib

So I really can't tell nobody

I've been on the road, I don't smoke

I don't motherfuckin' broke

Make her bow down like Bob Marley

Yeah, I've been doin' shows

If he keeps on asking for a feature, I'ma keep on saying: Hm, prolly

Bitch, we on go, we ain't pullin' up to no function

But this song got hoes dancin' at the party (party, party)

Bitch, dance and throw that ass up

Blunt's so big, I could roll ya ass up

So drop it, I got my bags up

I got big bands, you need your racks up

So do it, go stupid

Ass on fat, but her waist on movin'

Got three racks, just spent on shoes

And whatchu want? Bitch, I ain't no cupid (ay, ay)

Bitch, dance

Blunt filled with OJ

Coke in the nose ring

She said she in love, yeah, but I'ma tell her: No way

2016, I was ridin' with a low fade

2016, I was rockin' hella no things

If she don't give me face in the back of the vehicle

I'ma take the commas, boy, you can keep the decimals

Naked bitches scream, I be addin' up the decibels

Let me see you dance, stretch it out, Miss Incredible

What's your name? I didn't catch it

Oh, you from Brooklyn? Like the magic?

Oh, your friends said that I'm active?

Baby, I don't know Jack like Cactus

Sippin' Cacti, not the White Claw

She my angel in that white cloth

Sniffin' white lines, then I mile off

Tell 'em white lies, just from my car

I said I think that I'm on some shit

Let me see you go left, right, up, down on my dick

I'm so sorry, but I'm so high, I must admit

Tell me your name one more time, I won't forget

Bitch, dance and throw that ass up

Blunt's so big, I could roll ya ass up

So drop it, I got my bags up

I got big bands, you need your racks up

So do it, go stupid

Ass on fat, but her waist on movin'

Got three racks, just spent on shoes

And whatchu want? Bitch, I ain't no cupid (ay, ay)

Bitch, dance and throw that ass up

Blunt's so big, I could roll ya ass up

So drop it, I got my bags up

I got big bands, you need your racks up

So do it, go stupid

Ass on fat, but her waist on movin'

Got three racks, just spent on shoes

And whatchu want? Bitch, I ain't no cupid

Bitch, dance (bitch, dance)