My Lil Dance (feat. Gucci Mane)

Intro: Hotboy Wes & Gucci Mane Lock it up, lock it up Microwave, microwave, microwave Mop it up, mop it up Uh Do my lil' dance with this ho, you hear Well, damn Crack my shit on this ho Go Verse 1: Hotboy Wes & Gucci Mane They got me crackin' my shit Damn If you in the trenches, they trap with a stick On God They lock me up and they shackle my wrist I slept on a mat, now I'm back in the mix On God You ain't no savage, don't lie to me, nigga I'm from the apartments, my heart in the trenches Catch me in traffic, a 'Rari, I'm whippin' Skrrt, Skrrt And I'm scratchin' off like a lottery ticket On God You told on your dawg, that's a scar on your image Bitch The longer the story, the shorter your sentence Most of these niggas gon' do that Go put a hole in his two X Boom, boom I came up from nothin', I'm straight out the gutter You niggas can't go where I grew at Same street I fuck on your ho and you knock on the door You know I'ma holler out, Who that Like who that is I bring that bitch to your doorbell Louis V signs on my coat tale I used to trap out a motel Niggas be hatin', but, oh well Under my coat where the tool at Tool at If you want smoke, we can do that On God And it ain't no smoke 'cause I blew that Blew that Ayy, look how he dance, how he do that Do that Chorus: Hotboy Wes & Gucci Mane Look out, lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance That ain't my dick, that's a stick in my pants Huh I took a risk to get this on my hand That my lil' stepper, he click on demand Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up Mop it up Microwave, microwave, microwave Trap Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up Trap 12-gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up Shot 'em up, boom Look out, lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance Word That ain't my dick, that's a stick in my pants Baow I took a risk to get this on my hands That my lil' stepper, he click on demand On God Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up It's Gucci Microwave, microwave, microwave Huh Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up Trap 12-gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up Baow Verse 2: Gucci Mane Look at my diamonds, they do a lil' dance Argh Ice on my neck and my wrist and my hands Bling Bust down the face and then bust the band Argh Then bust on her face, I just fucked on a fan Wow Fuck you and your man, y'all get popped like a Xan' Argh Got heat on my waist, I could give 'em a tan Argh I love my lil' hitters, they click on demand Love Ayy, free my young niggas, let them out the can For real Play with Big Wop and you know it gon' go down People don't trust me, they know that I'm low down Low down I was fucked up on my dick, down to four pounds Now we move bricks and hit licks like a Zoe Pound I'm making 'em feel it, I'm black as a skillet Buy Wes a new pendant, let's spend it, let's spend it Spend it Can't take this shit with you, I got it, I get it I live in a mansion, grew up in the trenches Wow Niggas be hating, I get it, they still in their feelings Get found by some niggas who's fishing All the subliminal dissing can't blemish my image I'm ballin' like I play for Clemson Ballin' Niggas try to ride on my wave 'cause I'm kosher like savings Brand new Phantom, I paint it crimson Huh I spent like eighty thou' on my Bart Simpson Wop Straight at the top, ain't no pad or no pencils It's Gucci Chorus: Hotboy Wes Look out, lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance That ain't my dick, that's a stick in my pants I took a risk to get this on my hand That my lil' stepper, he click on demand Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up Mop it up Microwave, microwave, microwave Trap Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up Trap 12-gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up Shot 'em up, boom Look out, lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance Word That ain't my dick, that's a stick in my pants Baow I took a risk to get this on my hands That my lil' stepper, he click on demand On God Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up Mop it up Microwave, microwave, microwave Microwave Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up Trap 12-gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up Baow