Make Her Dance lyrics

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
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 n*gga, where your bands? (Broke n*gga)

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
Broke n*gga, where your cake at? (God damn)
Told her that I love her, I'm a j-cat
When this blood shed, n*gga, you can't take back (Hit your mans)
Tryna slide on a sucker, where that Drac' at?
Crest n*gga, real cut throat
n*ggas dissing but they unknown
Tryna find a thick b*tch to f*ck on
Big forty, deuce-deuce, we don't bust those (n*gga)
You can find me where them thugs be
b*tch broke, you can't f*ck me (Can't f*ck me)
MC Hammer, you can't touch me (Can't touch me)
We want funk, n*gga, f*ck peace, n*gga

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
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 n*gga, where your bands? (Broke n*gga)
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 n*gga, where your bands? (Broke n*gga)
[Verse 2: DaBoii]
b*tch, I done spent over 50 just to stay high
b*tch, all my n*ggas pits, not no canines
I don't give a f*ck about the b*tch if she ain't mine
Heard you n*ggas was hatin' through the grapevine
b*tch, if we made a hundred albums, still ain't break time
Let the gang on your song, we gon' take shine
b*tch, 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 n*ggas 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 sh*t sound good, but y'all talking non facts
Naw that ain't this, n*gga this is not that
Not a dollar in they pocket, but these n*ggas got strap?
Don't know where you lips been, n*gga, we cannot match
All my n*ggas play their roles and I'm the f*cking top hat (b*tch)

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
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 n*gga, where your bands? (Broke n*gga)
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 n*gga, where your bands? (Broke n*gga)
[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
n*gga, I could take your b*tch in my bad clothes
And n*gga 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 f*ck these n*ggas think they is? Ain't got no bands
b*tch, and it's Strictly Only Brothers, ain't got no friends
b*tch, and I never been that n*gga that'll hold hands
b*tch, you could get your ass stripped, you and broham
And I'd still be that n*gga if I wasn't famous
Don't give a f*ck about your n*gga or no reputation
We all bleed, n*gga, 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
n*gga I ain't switching on the gang on my dead mans
And if you slide down this block, that's a dead end

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
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 n*gga, where your bands? (Broke n*gga)
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 n*gga, where your bands? (Broke n*gga)