My Lil Dance (feat. Gucci Mane)

Lock it up lock it up

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Kid 1017 s**t brr

Mop it up mop it up

Do my lil' dance with this ho

You hear well d**n

Crack my s**t on this ho go

They got me crackin' my s**t 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 man

Now I'm back in the mix on God

You ain't no savage don't lie to me n***a

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 n***as gon' do that

Go put a hole in this 2x boom boom

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

You n***as can't grow where I grew at

I f**k on your ho and you not gonna do it

You know I'ma holler out

Who that" like who is this

I bring that b***h to your doorbell

Louis V sounds on my coat tale

I used to trap out a motel

n***as 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 in ain't no smoke 'cause I blew that blew that

Ayy look how he dance

How he do that bling

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's my lil steppa he click on demand

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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's my lil steppa he click on demand

Mop it up mop it up mop it up

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12 gauge shot 'em up shot 'em up

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 f**ked on a fan wow

f**k 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 all my hitters they click on demand love

Ayy free my young n***as

Let them out the can for real

Free Big Wop you know it gon' go down

People don't trust me

They know that I'm low down low

I was f**ked up on my deep

Down a four-pounds

Now we move bricks and hit licks like

I'm making 'em feel it

I'm black as a

spend it spend it

Can't take that s**t with you I got it I get it

I live in a mansion grew up in the trenches wow

n***as be hating I get it

They still in their feelings

Get found by some n***as who's fishing

All the subliminal dissing can't blemish my image

I'm balling like I play for Clemson ballin'

n***as try to ride on my wave 'cause I'm kosher like

I spent like 80 thou on my

It's Gucci

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's my lil steppa he click on demand

Mop it up mop it up mop it up

Microwave microwave microwave

Lock it up lock it up lock it up

12 gauge shot 'em up shot 'em up

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's my lil steppa he click on demand

Mop it up mop it up mop it up

Microwave microwave microwave

Lock it up lock it up lock it up

12 gauge shot 'em up shot 'em up