Make Her Dance

Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)

New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)

Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)

Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)

Broke *****, where your cake at? (God damn)

Told her that I love her, I'm a j-cat

When this blood shed, *****, you can't take back (Hit your mans)

Tryna slide on a sucker, where that Drac' at?

Crest *****, real cut throat

*****s dissing but they unknown

Tryna find a thick ***** to **** on

Big forty, deuce-deuce, we don't bust those (*****)

You can find me where them thugs be

***** broke, you can't **** me (Can't **** me)

MC Hammer, you can't touch me (Can't touch me)

We want funk, *****, **** peace, *****

Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)

New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)

Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)

Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)

Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)

New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)

Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)

Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)

*****, I done spent over 50 just to stay high

*****, all my *****s pits, not no canines

I don't give a **** about the ***** if she ain't mine

Heard you *****s was hatin' through the grapevine

*****, if we made a hundred albums, still ain't break time

Let the gang on your song, we gon' take shine

*****, this a Glock 20. not no tre five

And you can put your trust in me 'cause I hate lying

I just popped another Perc to keep my body numb

AR hanging off my neck, this ain't no Tommy gun

KelTec with the build like a shotty pump

You *****s was a hundred deep, lil' bro was Hi-Techs

Never answer when I call, delete 'em out my contacts

Damn, this P-Lo bass serious as bomb threats

How I run through so much and I ain't sign a contract?

Yeah, that **** sound good, but y'all talking non facts

Naw that ain't this, ***** this is not that

Not a dollar in they pocket, but these *****s got strap?

Don't know where you lips been, *****, we cannot match

All my *****s play their roles and I'm the ****ing top hat (*****)

Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)

New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)

Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)

Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)

Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)

New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)

Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)

Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)

*****, I could take your ***** in my bad clothes

And ***** if I wasn't cuffed, I'd have mad hoes

And you can get your ass shot for tryna act bold

And all these chops got extensions with some add-ons

Who the **** these *****s think they is? Ain't got no bands

*****, and it's Strictly Only Brothers, ain't got no friends

*****, and I never been that ***** that'll hold hands

*****, you could get your ass stripped, you and broham

And I'd still be that ***** if I wasn't famous

Don't give a **** about your ***** or no reputation

We all bleed, *****, jump and meet your expiration

And I be smoking Berner packs, so I be hella faded

And if he go against the grain, that's a dead man

I'ma grow, and up a bag, long as my legs can

***** I ain't switching on the gang on my dead mans

And if you slide down this block, that's a dead end

Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)

New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)

Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)

Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)

Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)

New key Glock, it ain't gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)

Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)

Broke *****, where your bands? (Broke *****)