Dance Song

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah!
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh

[Verse 1]
Pull up in all black like Kodak Black
Big-ass bags, they know me for that
Please, fuck out my face, you don't know me like that
I do not need a plug to throw me a pack
Tell a opp nigga, go ahead, nigga, back, back
Hell nah, bitch, you ain't gettin' the CashApp
Came from a long way, past that
Glock on the hip, they like, "How he stash that?"
Baby girl, I'm gettin' groovy
I fade a bitch like I'm Boosie
My bitch'd beat your bitch up
Dope way too strong, Auntie can't get up
Auntie like, "Neph, free Pap"
Thirty-first, bitch, free crack
Any car drivin' like a Scat Pack
This bitch strong, gave Unc' a heart attack
Ooh, back up, bitch, I got moves
Tonight, might do me some shrooms
Pulp Fiction Neph, I got moves
We can pop a bean, we ain't goin' on a cruise
She like, "I'm here, don't care if you lose"
All my opps tryna call a truce
Fuck out my phone, I ain't got shit for you
Do not call me, call your bitch for it
Fake-ass life, nigga, that's a facade
Don't call me Neph, call me God
Little-ass dick size, wave rod
Bitch gon' clap round of applause
My bitch steal out of stores and do fraud
She like, "Do you love me?" I'm like, "I swear to God"
Who, what, when, where? I set it off
They like, "Goddamn, Neph, you set it off"
She like, "Ooh, daddy, you tasty"
In the S7, who wanna race me?
You can't compare my bitch to basic
I roll up, three-point-five and face it
If you feelin' some way, then say it
We trappin', it's not a vacation
All the opps broke and confused
You ain't got no money, nigga, get out the room
I'm in the front, not the caboose
All the opps wanna call a truce
Drink grand cru before Grey Goose
Audi so big, it can't take a [?]
How you got the za here? It flew
My za take more flights than you
Feel like Max B on "Grand Cru"
Sit down, blueprint, what the plan do?
I’ma ball harder than Caillou
More uppercuts than Ryu
I'm doin' good, bitch, how are you?
I got grams, baby, not for you
Blackin' out like I drunk too much
Brody got credit cards, tryna punch too much
Nigga, steal from here, I'll fuck you up
Glock make you look like you tryna double dutch
They like, “Hold on, Neph gettin' spicy”
1017, they don't like me
I feel like Gucci Mane in the brain
Told a bitch I'd go up north, then [?]
I grind for this, don't get excited
Auntie took the [?] she bitin'
Listen here, free Tr3yway Shotti
Throw a bitch in the trunk like Tekashi

[Verse 2]
Uh
Throw a bitch in the trunk like Tr3yway Shotti
I feel like AR-AB talkin' about robbin' me
Who the fuck? When, where, what, who robbin' me?
On the first song, think he hit the lottery
I'll boom a bitch like Kay Flock did
You tryna rate my song, I'm tryna rate your work
They on live when I'm talkin' 'bout work
[?] tryna talk 'bout RXK
"Rate my song," get the fuck out my face
You come to my show, I'll break your face
He like, "I'm a fan, why you wanna break my face?"
Cause this coke make you not feel your face
Juelz Santana, you can't feel your face
Coke too good, you won't feel your face
Nigga talkin' 'bout why I'm like this everyday
I'ma stay in the house, I ain't got crack to sell
Better do [?] I ain't buyin' Chanel
I told all of 'em, don't test me how I feel
On the trap move, still grindin' on the rail
Bitch pressin' dope, get big as hell
Might jump on the incline with fentanyl
Might jump on the decline with heron
Bitch, who the hell is you starin' at?
Why the hell you wearin' that?
I went to Neiman Marcus, that's why I'm wearin' that
Burberry my hat, Burberry my frames (Burberry!)
I feel like Big Worm, bitch
Where the fuck is my money at?
Pull up in the ice cream truck
I feel like Big Worm in the ice cream truck
I'm like [?], don't hype me up
He like, "Neph, you black and you turnt the fuck up"
Brainstorm, don't hype me up
He like, "You blackin' out, Neph, what the fuck?"
All my crack [?] need Jenny Craig
They all fat, fuck Jenny Craig
Brainstorm said, “Fuck Jenny Craig“
All the crack bags look like [?]
All on the floor, lookin' like I'm Luda
Bitch, you dirty, go pick up a broom
Bitch, get the fuck out my house
My new girlfriend'd knock you the fuck out
Uppercut the shit out you, box you the fuck out
I feel like that black nigga in Get Out
I told all my coke to get out
Bitch, I'm about to motherfuckin' blatt
[?] feel like [?]
Feel like spaghetti, [?]
Bitch, free Pap
Auntie like, "Mm-hm," white [?]
They like, "Neph known for the glick in his hat”
Get off the flight, they like, "How he get in with that?"
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm makin' movies, cinematic when I dump the lil' Uzi
Bitch thick as shit with a fat coochie
I catch a body, come back like Boosie