Tapdance lyrics

[Hook 1]
This that sh*t that'll make me tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your b*tch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I'm laughing
At you and your clique, what happened
n*gga, look what you did, I'm asking
b*tch, I'm a half-black assassin

[Verse 1]
Better grab your gats and blast them
Ain't none of y'all bast*rds have hands
Ain't none of y'all cats are scratching
And y'all move like Action Jackson
And I'm more like Captain Savage
With no black on black on madness
b*tch, y'all back on crack like crackheads
With no platinum plaques or passion
But, n*gga, f*ck all that, I'm a pilot
High up all over your conscience
And drive up all over your 'partments
And pile up all over your closet
I wind up all over your side b*tch
Time's up, could've been in that clock
With my luck, I'll never be on that hot list
And I never had love for no dry snitch
Okay, I grew up in the projects
You come around and everyone in your pockets
You never gonna really know who they watching
Take everything and they gon' leave with your wallet
I bet you never gon' believe that we poppin'
Go take a n*gga somethin' to eat and they starving
You never knew that I'd be in their Top 10
Like, God damn
Hol' up
[Hook 2]
This that sh*t that'll make them tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your b*tch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I'm laughing
At you and your clique, what happened
Yo, look what you did, I'm asking
b*tch, I'm a half-black assassin

[Verse 2]
Let's keep it G like "Who knew?"
I'mma get that love and poom-poom
That sucky-sucky, wushu
That gushy-gushy, choo-choo
When I come deep, if I choose to
'Cause I love beef, and you fufu
Put that lunch meat in my soup, too
Put your front teeth in my Fruit Loops
And I told them, "This that new-new"
And all your tracks is boo-boo
Yeah, this that platinum whoo-whoo
We don't do platinum FUBU
Better call back-up and move, too
Move soon, or n*ggas gon move you
Who are you? Them dudes is cuckoo
Cocoa Puffs and some fruit juice
I got Netflix and Hulu
Hit up your ex-b*tch on OoVoo
Tell her get dressed and then move through
Then I get naked in the 'Suzu
Record that sh*t on Google
Upload that sh*t to YouTube
After I send it to her, I send that sh*t to you, too
[Hook 3]
Yeah, this that sh*t that'll make me tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your b*tch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I'm laughing
At you and your clique, what happened
Yo, look what you did, I'm asking
b*tch, I'm a half-black assassin

[Verse 3]
Better grab your gats and blast them
Ain't none of y'all bast*rds have hands
Ain't none of y'all cats are scratching
And y'all move like Action Jackson
But I'm more like Captain Savage
With no black on black on madness
b*tch, y'all back on crack like crackheads
Got no platinum plaques or passion
f*ck that sh*t, I'mma go hard
I'mma go hard, like I'mma go raw
Then we gon see
I told Chi-Money put your money on me
I told Boi-1da, "I wonder how long it'll take for these rap n*ggas to get on beat"
I'mma tell y'all like n*ggas told me
"Cash rules everything amongst everything, but what's everything with no peace?"
f*ck the police, hands up in your face
I'm an ice cube with a N.W.A
I don't like you, and I will f*ck up your day
And I heard sh*t gets real up in L.A
I just hope I make it home by five
Cross my heart, b*tch, I hope y'all die
And y'all don't see sh*t through both my eyes
Oh, my God, this that sh*t that'll make me tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your b*tch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I'm laughing
At you..
And you..
And you..