Just Dance lyrics

by

Drakeo the Ruler


[Verse 1]
Just dance when these choppers hit the floor like Lady Gaga
Stripped him, I was at the studio eating steak and lobster
Big bands, doing tricks and flips like Benihana's
What the f*ck are these n*ggas talking 'bout? They don't want no problems
I'll jump off the stage right now and make his car race
Track stars, have these n*ggas running backwards in broad day
Got the fin on me, Ferb want some', should I tag him in?
Nobody home, heard you got a lil' son, f*ck it, toe tag his kid
Heard my opps don't like me, just know I got all they addresses
If we ain't shoot his house up right now, know we double backed on it
Guns and funds, the drugs jumpin' off the mattresses
Cannons on, I'm finna put some flash on all these actresses
At his BM house, what that sound like, mac and cheese?
For one-ninety-nine, a opp'll get whacked, toe tag him please
You ever at me on the 'Gram, just know I'm packin' heat
n*ggas die everyday, B, it's all lives for me

[Chorus]
We ain't finna go back and forth, we ready to drop somethin'
Rolls Royce and Bentleys car pullin', we got his block jumpin'
A hundred shots up in his Corolla, let's go, the cops comin'
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it, we put holes in his white tee
Since n*ggas like Instagram so much they gon' die on it
223 shells rockin' in his head while he live streaming
The news out, cameras, crews out, somebody died here
I don't know why n*ggas is lookin' so surprised, we don't fight n*ggas
[Verse 2]
Chops off, n*gga, meep-meep, he's a road runner
Grim reaper, this a street sweeper, I'm a soul snatcher
Hoes out, made a n*gga strip, he's a pole dancer
Mask on, holding Pippi Long, ain't doin' no rappin'
n*ggas get flipped, hollow tips, don't try to blame me
Play caller, get the blueprint, b*tch, I'm Jay-Z
Touchdown, it was rush hour, like where Juntao?
Fifty shots, Lil Uzi buy me like I'm JT

[Chorus]
We ain't finna go back and forth, we ready to drop somethin'
Rolls Royce and Bentleys car pullin', we got his block jumpin'
A hundred shots up in his Corolla, let's go, the cops comin'
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it, we put holes in his white tee
Since n*ggas like Instagram so much they gon' die on it
223 shells rockin' in his head while he live streaming
The news out, cameras, crews out, somebody died here
I don't know why n*ggas is lookin' so surprised, we don't fight n*ggas

[Outro]
Cameras, crews out, somebody died here, uh
Hahaha
Know the chosen one, b*tch
We ain't like, 223
They gon' die on it
Since n*ggas like Instagram so much they gon' die on it
223s all up in his head while he live streaming
Ha, you know the chosen
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