Danse (feat. A Luv)

Nonchalant you know me that I dub shit To my face I don't do that sub shit Niggas talking so foul in my face I'ma blast that thang if that nigga's on f*ck shit No remorse imma blast in the function Hit em so hard he gon' struggle to function Function I'm gon' up it for my Opps my gang gon' run shit Oh yea I'ma start it off like this Big bag so I'm lookin' at my outfits Bag it up ass up face down Add it up 4 bullets 8 rounds Bae got sticks in her purse She booming it Shooting it These bullets gon' make em Niggas gon' run it up All opp packs I'm puffin and burning up Gun go clack I'm back gon' f*ck it up Shawty just do she don't say she loving us Word to my bro Imma get this score Heard he talkin that shit now he crawl on all fours Imma aim go bang hitting him and his bro I don't give no fucks middle finger to the floor I got thirty's I got fifty's I got plenty girls galore I'm not no pastor but I promise one day I'll send you the lord Biggest bag anyone ever had Rapping all day bitch why you mad? Holy shit that girl so bad Shush money giving her ten bands To the bag we go money getters No doubt we doing it better F*ck girls take drugs , etc How much you take? Like several Off a perc, perc, perc Turn the sprite dirt, dirt, dirt I wanna dance, dance, dance Counting these bands, bands, bands He said bands that's what I make Chris my mans he'll do what it takes He throw 5 I throw 10 that's 15 do the math Who that? I be like Chris get ready we booming Shake her ass I'm liking that movement 496 we move as a unit Gang official Say the wrong things my man's finna blitz you I won't kiss you I won't miss you Ride wit the gang f*ck em all you official Count down two, one bullets gon hit you Way too much blood clean it up up with a tissue Ass so fat you could tell by the recoil Count more shots to a opp like 3, 4 Bullets gon And she thick like hourglass Ain't no bitch that I can't bag Doin' these number I surpass Only thing on my mind is cash If I'm Bonnie where the f*ck Clyde at? Doin' a deal where do I sign at? 496 my niggas behind that Hope you don't lack like where your iron at? Too many Haters on my Body Get a shotty No exchange but she f*ck wit Armani Cruise to the Foreign no Fivi Now he can't breath left him dead in a Molly Do a homi I'm cynical Jersey club rap but I turn lyrical Shots to the head that's critical Talking that shit imma rapper turned criminal She said "I love you hit me from the back" And "I'm jacking the way that you rap" Look at my lyrics I do not cap F*ck you nigga don't give me no dap Okay hop in the wraith F*ck her one night she calling me bae Big bags only got hundreds Thick ass girl you know I love it I said it once I'm Chris no Hansen I would never stop till my mama in a mansion This my passion, fucking the game wit no magnums F*ck getting gold I want platinum's I don't want questions I don't want answers I don't want fake niggas I don't want actors I don't want lame niggas all in my circle Cause I know I'm handed what they can't handle I met a bitch and her name was Stacy Told that bitch rate me But you been basic lately Getting too hot I need a AC opposition is there made him lazy