Dance

[Intro] [Verse 1 - Danny Brown] One, two, three to the four Yeah im back on my grind Like you ain't know It's Detroit brat, tryna get that bread But I won't turn to X like Detroit Red I'm up early, knocking roaches off my toothbrush In the spot hoodie on just like the Ku Klux Walk around this bitch, like I got four nuts So when I wet them bitches, swing like nunchucks Came a long way from getting jumped by ?Chemp? Chopping up white like Stefan Grendt Flow like a champ, way ahead of my peers And again I smoke strong, like Stevie Wonder's ears Im in the cutty, with the money on my mind Finger on the trigger, hand on my nine So I can't afford time But I got the AP of the fruity lemon line [Hook 2x] And I ain't too tough to dance Let me adjust this heater Bulging out of my pants First I step to the left Then I step to the right Then you drop it down low Bring it back, Aiight Hey! [Verse 2 - Danny Brown] Five, six, seven to eight 'Bout to slide on you hoes, just like home plate I get brain early, that mean I think first You draw last, you paint a picture of a black hearse Fuck what you think, I'm 'bout that bank! Stones like the button of your Marvis Tanks Top full clip, and your bitch on my dick Cuz you're broke like looses, in your pants pocket It barely sit above the rim And I wore gats like bass heads pull on strings Me and my man, two guns like contra Keep your bitch, she looks like My Pet Monster Lame nigga, got no choice but to trick Probably could fuck a blind ugly bitch I Can't get enough of these hoes Grab my hand and walk me straight to the dance floor! [Hook] [Outro] Y'all niggas see how easy that was? I don't think they know man Lupido sounds nigga It's official now Nix beat nigga It's Danny Brown nigga, y'all know what it is Detroit Stand Up! ...