Dancer (feat. ASSASIN & Rah Gzz)
Geek, geek, geek, geek
Geek, geek, geek, geek, geek (8-OH, 8-OH, 8-OH, 8-OH)
Gang, gang, gang, nigga (Gang, gang, gang, nigga)
Look, we gon' spin through the Bridge and leave 'em in river
We gon' creep to that block with, like, two, three hammers
Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood but I fuck with my blammers
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, but not when I perform
We gon' creep to that block with, like, two, three hammers
Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood but I fuck with my blammers
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, but not when I perform
Beam on the Glock, so how I'ma miss you? (Gang)
Don't lack, I'm quick, be careful
Hollows gon' rip through his neck and his tissues
Free Pop, he was really official
Hop out the V, send shots like missiles
.45 finna shoot like Mitchell's
But I swear these bullets won't miss you
(But I swear these bullets won't—, let's get it)
Like, how can I lack?
Can't forget JB, he got poked in his back
Tank tried to spin and got turned to a pack
Spinnin' my block, you ain't gettin' back, like
Let's speak on the facts
Smokin' on Noah, y'all ain't get him back Milly got beat and he turned to a rat
Milly got beat and he turned to a rat, like
We gon' creep to that block with, like, two, three hammers
Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood but I fuck with my blammers
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, but not when I perform
I'm on the block and I got me a chop
See me a opp then he bound to get popped
I'm with the gang, tell 'em, "Free my bro Pop"
Bro-bro was buggin' tryna kill our opps
You know I be buggin', creepin' through them blocks
Totin' on them knocks, got me a chop, feenin' for a opp
This shit got a kick, leave him lookin' wock
Smokin' on Tank, should've had his chop (Ahh)
Back up on that block (Ahh)
Watch me Drilly Bop (Ahh)
Bunch of bodies drop
Call up the Makk, bet he let it flock (Flock)
He go in ya' block (Block, gang)
Bunch of bodies drop (Drop, grrt)
Bunch of niggas shot
We gon' creep to that block with, like, two, three hammers
Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood but I fuck with my blammers
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, but not when I perform
(We gon' creep to that block with, like, two, three hammers)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum (8OH, 8OH)
I ain't Blood but I fuck with my blammers
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder
Big bro, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, but not when I perform)
Geek, geek, geek, geek, geek (8-OH, 8-OH, 8-OH, 8-OH)
Gang, gang, gang, nigga (Gang, gang, gang, nigga)
Look, we gon' spin through the Bridge and leave 'em in river
We gon' creep to that block with, like, two, three hammers
Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood but I fuck with my blammers
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, but not when I perform
We gon' creep to that block with, like, two, three hammers
Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood but I fuck with my blammers
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, but not when I perform
Beam on the Glock, so how I'ma miss you? (Gang)
Don't lack, I'm quick, be careful
Hollows gon' rip through his neck and his tissues
Free Pop, he was really official
Hop out the V, send shots like missiles
.45 finna shoot like Mitchell's
But I swear these bullets won't miss you
(But I swear these bullets won't—, let's get it)
Like, how can I lack?
Can't forget JB, he got poked in his back
Tank tried to spin and got turned to a pack
Spinnin' my block, you ain't gettin' back, like
Let's speak on the facts
Smokin' on Noah, y'all ain't get him back Milly got beat and he turned to a rat
Milly got beat and he turned to a rat, like
We gon' creep to that block with, like, two, three hammers
Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood but I fuck with my blammers
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, but not when I perform
I'm on the block and I got me a chop
See me a opp then he bound to get popped
I'm with the gang, tell 'em, "Free my bro Pop"
Bro-bro was buggin' tryna kill our opps
You know I be buggin', creepin' through them blocks
Totin' on them knocks, got me a chop, feenin' for a opp
This shit got a kick, leave him lookin' wock
Smokin' on Tank, should've had his chop (Ahh)
Back up on that block (Ahh)
Watch me Drilly Bop (Ahh)
Bunch of bodies drop
Call up the Makk, bet he let it flock (Flock)
He go in ya' block (Block, gang)
Bunch of bodies drop (Drop, grrt)
Bunch of niggas shot
We gon' creep to that block with, like, two, three hammers
Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood but I fuck with my blammers
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, but not when I perform
(We gon' creep to that block with, like, two, three hammers)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum (8OH, 8OH)
I ain't Blood but I fuck with my blammers
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder
Big bro, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, but not when I perform)
Credits
Writer(s): Nesty Gzz
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