Trap Dance

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (A guy by the name of PepperJack Zoe)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Duh-duh-duh)
(PepperJack Zoe)

[Verse 1]
The sunshine done hit the blinds, I'm sure you know the time (Duh-duh-duh)
The church bell ringing, gotta pray before you grind
I been takin' care of my people, best believe they doin' fine
How your face so clean in the city full of crime? (Duh-duh-duh)
Can't be thinkin' with your dick in the city full of slime hoes
Threw away them nicks, upgraded to them dime hoes
Ain't really used to nothin', she like, "Where the fuck you find those?"
She runnin' out of time, she ain't even know I time hoes

[Chorus]
When you hear my shit in the club, do your trap dance
Come through throwin' ones, I ain't come to get no lap dance (No)
Got my own cheese, tell the label keep they advance
Ain't think I seen him lurkin', he ain't know I took a quick glance (Duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh)

[Verse 2]
Once you get the word, just don't tell 'em what you heard from me (Duh-duh-duh)
Askin' for a half, that's how he got that quarter bird from me (That's how he got it)
Crackers on our ass, high speed, you gotta swerve for me (Skrrt, skrrt)
Trap it back door, you better jump up on that curb for me (Duh-duh-duh)

[Refrain]
Two mamacitas 'round here and they Columbian
I got my hitters lurkin' just to see what type of club you in (Duh-duh-duh)
Know I'm with the Zoes and I bet I get my Bloodas in (Duh-duh-duh, duh-duh)
They ain't never loafin', we gon' rock out, bring them cutters in (Duh-duh-duh)
I'ma beat the trap up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
What's the point of fightin' if we left the house strapped up? (Duh-duh-duh)
Yeah, I got that laptop on me, bitch, I'm MAC'd up
Fam was just down, hit the slab, got them racks up, ayy (Racks, nigga, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
When you hear my shit in the club, do your trap dance
Come through throwin' ones, I ain't come to get no lap dance
Got my own cheese, tell the label keep they advance
Ain't think I seen him lurkin', he ain't know I took a quick glance
When you hear my shit in the club, do your trap dance
When you hear my shit in the club, do your trap dance
When you hear my shit in the club, do your trap dance
Trap dance
Trap— trap dance

[Refrain]
Two mamacitas 'round here and they Columbian
I got my hitters lurkin' just to see what type of club you in (Duh-duh-duh)
Know I'm with the Zoes and I bet I get my Bloodas in (Duh-duh-duh, duh-duh)
They ain't never loafin', we gon' rock out, bring them cutters in (Duh-duh-duh)
I'ma beat the trap up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
What's the point of fightin' if we left the house strapped up? (Duh-duh-duh)
Yeah, I got that laptop on me, bitch, I'm MAC'd up
Fam was just down, hit the slab, got them racks up, ayy (Racks, nigga, yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah