Dancing

[Verse 1] High as a pilot, smoking inside it Broke with a product, nigga what you know about it? Walk in the blood, tipping leaving the rug How we fuck up the club that VV click on above Fresh as Hilfiger and Nautica Sergio Tacchini, I be killing call the coroner Holes in his wardrobe, internet with head shots Catch him while he’s sleeping, young money make his bed rock Devil around the corner pick him apart Leave that bitch in the chart, dish in the park Ace in the 80’s, war and it’s crazy Fresh out the cleaners started with 4 and a baby Now I’m addicted to the money I know that it’s real Same time know that it kill got to know when to chill Know when you get it the cops fast and niggas watch Niggas test them choppas chopping somebody dropping Mexican standoff, shoot first and die last Reach slow you die fast, niggas cock blast Last showers, big chances of storm on em Mad shout swarm on em, ring the alarm on em Enemy number one, tool up From the block and we shoot up Getting rid of you poo putts Take the roof off and soup the coupe up Burn the mic down and tear the booth up Dance while you lube up, [?] nigga Time to make the place hot Niggas ain’t surviving all these K shot Take a nigga’s top off, make em take the block off Get you niggas knocked off, tied up and dropped off Tales of the darkside, nigga you’s a small fry We don’t ever stop shop even if the law try Keep you niggas wiped out, show em how my dogs ride Real shooters walk up, now they hit em all high Wish you niggas luck though, tryna take cedar [?] Pussy niggas gusto, you ain’t seeing CP4 Thinking shit’s sweet, talking shit up in his rap verse Now a sore sight pussy nigga Imma clap first VVS cut though, still riding plush though We don’t bring her back ‘less the bitch tryna fuck though Only ride with Dezi, my bad bitch Nina Protect Aquafina, shock under the beamer Shocking is medulla, Young Chris the ruler Name a youngin that’s cooler, champagne and Cubans Dirt rocks in Bermuda, bad hoes and tequila Iced out the Mueller, bought a bitch pre milla Cold with my chinchilla baby, form like Reggie Miller baby Since I been dealing I been milling baby Check out my limp walk, chi stroke Give me your mouth, let me see if you can deep throat Hopping through the roof girl, I’m the truth baby Fuck a telly, we can fuck up in my coupe baby She ain’t my bitch, she the crew lady She got pregnant on my niggas like ‘who baby?’ Bitch you crazy, running down on the gang Now the bitch talking down on my name, tryna fuck up the mojo Got a bad bitch, the fattest total Nutting everywhere, fuck up the polo VVS on my Rolex, heart cold as a goalie Jerry Maguire showed me you niggas already know me I ain’t fit for the bullshit nigga Mac 11 full clip niggas better duck down We giving em more trip