My Lil Dance (feat. Gucci Mane)

Lock it up lock it up

Microwave microwave microwave

Mop it up mop it up

Uh

Do my lil' dance with this ho you hear

Well d**n

Crack my shit on this ho

Go

They got me crackin' my shit

D**n

If you in the trenches they trap with a stick

On God

They lock me up and they shackle my wrist

I slept on a mat now I'm back in the mix

On God

You ain't no savage don't lie to me nigga

I'm from the apartments my heart in the trenches

Catch me in traffic a 'Rari I'm whippin'

Skrrt Skrrt

And I'm scratchin' off like a lottery ticket

On God

You told on your dawg that's a scar on your image

b***h

The longer the story the shorter your sentence

Most of these nigga s gon' do that

Go put a hole in his two X

Boom boom

I came up from nothin' I'm straight out the gutter

You nigga s can't go where I grew at

Same street

I **** on your ho and you knock on the door

You know I'ma holler out Who that

Like who that is

I bring that b***h to your doorbell

Louis V signs on my coat tale

I used to trap out a motel

niggas be hatin' but oh well

Under my coat where the tool at

Tool at

If you want smoke we can do that

On God

And it ain't no smoke 'cause I blew that

Blew that

Ayy look how he dance how he do that

Do that

Look out lil' ho let me do my lil' dance

That ain't my d**k that's a stick in my pants

Huh

I took a risk to get this on my hand

That my lil' stepper he click on demand

Mop it up mop it up mop it up

Mop it up

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Trap

Lock it up lock it up lock it up

Trap

12 gauge shot 'em up shot 'em up

Shot 'em up boom

Look out lil' ho let me do my lil' dance

Word

That ain't my d**k that's a stick in my pants

Baow

I took a risk to get this on my hands

That my lil' stepper he click on demand

On God

Mop it up mop it up mop it up

It's Gucci

Microwave microwave microwave

Huh

Lock it up lock it up lock it up

Trap

12 gauge shot 'em up shot 'em up

Baow

Gucci Mane：

Look at my diamonds they do a lil' dance

Argh

Ice on my neck and my wrist and my hands

Bling

Bust down the face and then bust the band

Argh

Then bust on her face I just ****ed on a fan

Wow

**** you and your man y'all get popped like a Xan'

Argh

Got heat on my waist I could give 'em a tan

Argh

I love my lil' hitters they click on demand

Love

Ayy free my young nigga s let them out the can

For real

Play with Big Wop and you know it gon' go down

People don't trust me they know that I'm low down

Low down

I was ****ed up on my d**k down to four pounds

Now we move bricks and hit licks like a Zoe Pound

I'm making 'em feel it I'm black as a skillet

Buy Wes a new pendant let's spend it let's spend it

Spend it

Can't take this shit with you I got it I get it

I live in a mansion grew up in the trenches

Wow

niggas be hating I get it they still in their feelings

Get found by some nigga s who's fishing

All the subliminal dissing can't blemish my image

I'm ballin' like I play for Clemson

Ballin'

niggas try to ride on my wave 'cause I'm kosher like savings

Brand new Phantom I paint it crimson

Huh

I spent like eighty thou' on my Bart Simpson

Wop

Straight at the top ain't no pad or no pencils

It's Gucci

Hotboy Wes：

Look out lil' ho let me do my lil' dance

That ain't my d**k that's a stick in my pants

I took a risk to get this on my hand

That my lil' stepper he click on demand

Mop it up mop it up mop it up

Mop it up

Microwave microwave microwave

Trap

Lock it up lock it up lock it up

Trap

12 gauge shot 'em up shot 'em up

Shot 'em up boom

Look out lil' ho let me do my lil' dance

Word

That ain't my d**k that's a stick in my pants

Baow

I took a risk to get this on my hands

That my lil' stepper he click on demand

On God

Mop it up mop it up mop it up

Mop it up

Microwave microwave microwave

Microwave

Lock it up lock it up lock it up

Trap

12 gauge shot 'em up shot 'em up

Baow

混音师 : Eddie eMIX Hernandez

混音助理 : Amani "A $" Hernández

母带工程师 : Daniel Rowland