Do My Dance

[Intro: Mir Blackwell & Aerial Ace]
Hold up, let me talk my shit! Let me do my dance!
Got a rubber for a bitch if my moves advance
No rat trap, but I will snap back if a nigga use my bands
Had to hit the Kuzma dance
On his grave
He was talking like he brave, so I browsed his page
Found out where he stay
Went against my machine? Went to heaven in a rage, Mac-11 to the face

[Pre-Chorus: Mir Blackwell & GameboyJones]
I'm forever getting paid off rap
Niggas love to hate, I get paid off that
Chubbz type drip, see these lames all Cap
Niggas try to talk on the gang, pull up where hе stay, now he saying he ain't say all that
Scary ass niggas, wherе they make y'all at?
Curtains getting closed when the AR clap
Bet they stop talking when I lay y'all flat

[Chorus: GameboyJones]
Bump this!
Shawty go and shake that ass to the drum kit
When that bass kick in feel the trunk hit
Got the party criss cross - how they jumping!
Bump this!
Shawty go and shake that ass to the drum kit
When that bass kick in feel the trunk hit
Got the party criss cross - how they jumping! Bump this!

[Verse 1: Mir Blackwell & Aerial Ace]
Losing to me that's your only option
Cruising on beats, the flow never stopping
Proven with schemes, and that don't mean I'm plotting
Move with the beam, and my toolie is popping
Chopper gon' hit 'em, chopper gon' hit 'em
Pop pop! Pop pop! Right on the rhythm
Send 'em off to god, hope his father forgive 'em
Dumping the mag - only issues I give 'em
Shorty be topping, hooligan freaks
We not at the top, then who can it be?
We spin like a top, it's blue and it's green
Take it back from the top, it's Loop on the beat!
Put a Loop on the beat, and I rap until it's done, ay yuh!
Only hear this slush with my funds, ay yuh!
It's a game, touch rounds like Twister
But it's Rock Paper Scissors, always ending with a gun, ay yuh!
How you expect me to lose when there's people like this in my crew?
Look how we move! The only differences is all the dividends that we accrue
Fuck with the Loop? Team never ghost and the goal is to make it before this is through
The money is blue! It shine like Mew! I'm counting this picture, my thumbs getting bruised
But nothing is new, I been lit!
Bar after bar, yeah, I clenched it
Set the weight of the world, I benched it
My goals getting close, I'm inches

[Pre-Chorus: Mir Blackwell & GameboyJones]
To forever getting paid off rap
Niggas love to hate, I get paid off that
Chubbz type drip, see these lames all Cap
Niggas try to talk on the gang, pull up where he stay, now he saying he ain't say all that
Scary ass niggas, where they make y'all at?
Curtains getting closed when the AR clap
Bet they stop talking when I lay y'all flat

[Chorus: GameboyJones]
Bump this!
Shawty go and shake that ass to the drum kit
When that bass kick in feel the trunk hit
Got the party criss cross - how they jumping!
Bump this!
Shawty go and shake that ass to the drum kit
When that bass kick in feel the trunk hit
Got the party criss cross - how they jumping!

[Verse 2: Ciyo]
I'll make a thick bitch hit the Watusi
Knees bent, arms raised, clap clap when she lettin' off my toolie
Have your bitch drive me, twist me, screw me
I got an unstoppable Glock - call it Superman
Two steps back, I'mma crank that
Tell her if the butt too big I'mma spank that
Right foot up, left slide where you bank at
She say I'm an asshole, still gon' twerk for the jerk just to get hands on the pants
You know I keep a trunk full of power tools, we got problems? I might let that hammer dance
You know I like to fly off the handle, and shoot! Shoot! Shoot at the cameraman!
At your show, bitch, you right, yes, I am a fan, K-Pop at your concert, that's a new Fortnite dance, lil' bitch!