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 nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)

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

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

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

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

Crest nigga, real cut throat

Niggas dissing but they unknown

Tryna find a thick bitch to fuck on

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

You can find me where them thugs be

Bitch broke, you can't fuck me (Can't fuck me)

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

We want funk, nigga, fuck peace, nigga

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 nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)

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 nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)

Bitch, I done spent over 50 just to stay high

Bitch, all my niggas pits, not no canines

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

Heard you niggas was hatin' through the grapevine

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

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

Bitch, 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 niggas 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 shit sound good, but y'all talking non facts

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

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

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

All my niggas play their roles and I'm the fucking top hat (Bitch)

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 nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)

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 nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)

Nigga, I could take your bitch in my bad clothes

And nigga 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 fuck these niggas think they is? Ain't got no bands

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

Bitch, and I never been that nigga that'll hold hands

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

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

Don't give a fuck about your nigga or no reputation

We all bleed, nigga, 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

Nigga 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 nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)

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 nigga, where your bands? (Broke nigga)