Limp To The Left

Yeah, do my lil dance, gotta limp to the left Turn the eye down, stir it up like a chef Roll it up, lick it up, put that shit up in the air Yeah, Do my lil dance, gotta limp to the left Roll it up, lick it up, yeah Do my lil dance, gotta limp to the left Turn the eye down, stir it up like a chef Roll up, lick it up, put that shit up in the air Turn the other way cause the feds over there Brush off my shoulders cause a nigga can't touch me Can't hang around these lame ass niggas, cause they musty Heard your Glock jammed, so a nigga can't bust me Nigga mad as hell, cause his bitch wanna f*ck me Rob a rich nigga, now my wrist on icy At McDonald's finna order me a HI-C Bad ass bitch, and she colder than a iced tea Big ass Glock, lil nigga we not fighting Big ass Glock, bet that bitch won't jam Nigga want smoke, he don't know who I am Let me chill, y'all ain't getting all that Yeah, do my lil dance, gotta limp to the left Turn the eye down, stir it up like a chef Roll up, lick it up, put that shit up in the air Turn the other way cause the feds over there