Do a dance

Smoking that musty Five hunnid for the zip bitch Bitch go get me some Backwoods, some Sprite Ayy Riding wit a K and the Glock on my hip Smoking on that cake 450 for the zip Bitch give me throat and she swallow my kids Niggas going broke kuz they popping they shit Pull up wit that chop make the opps do a dance Posted in the trap wit a pocket full of bands Youngins on yo block tryna knock down yo mans Back to the bread when my brodie out the jam Riding wit a K and the Glock on my hip Smoking on that cake 450 for the zip Bitch give me throat and she swallow my kids Niggas going broke kuz they popping they shit Pull up wit that chop make the opps do a dance Posted in the trap wit a pocket full of bands Youngins on yo block tryna knock down yo mans Back to the bread when my brodie out the jam Bitch hella thick I'm tryna hit it from the back I be in the stu tryna make it out the trap Posted in the whip wit a bitch from the Raq Plotting ona lick just smoking on sum thrax Riding in the city getting top in a spaceship I be getting money and my bitch on the same shit Pull up to they block (and then what?) And we spray shit Right at yo top tryna give yo ass a facelift Riding wit yo bitch and a pound of that weed Serving all these feins got my gas on E Call me MJ I got a Glock 23 Shoot up yo crib then we go on high speeds Riding wit extended clips, switch on the gleek Sum like a dealership how we got em' keys In the club wit a blick, pocket full of green Pulled off wit a bitch, took her to the suite Yo lady love the drip, Chrome Hearts on my sleeve Riding wit a stick boutta' sell a quarter key You tripping ona bitch that was made for the streets I just took her to the crib and I put her on her knees Running up a check I been serving all week I ain't pushing P I been serving all feins I ain't get no sleep trap phone always ring Catch me in the streets yeah I got what you need Running up a check I been serving all week I ain't pushing P I been serving all feins I ain't get no sleep trap phone always ring Catch me in the streets yeah I got what you need Riding wit a K and the Glock on my hip Smoking on that cake 450 for the zip Bitch give me throat and she swallow my kids Niggas going broke kuz they popping they shit Pull up wit that chop make the opps do a dance Posted in the trap wit a pocket full of bands Youngins on yo block tryna knock down yo mans Back to the bread when my brodie out the jam