Dancers
[Hook]
And that's just how it is
You know what it is
And that's just how it is
You know what it is
And that's just how it is
You know what it is
Bitches love to be called that shit (x2)
{Verse 1]
Chilling with my homie at his pad
HTMN bitch better remember that brand
Keep my hand on my strap
Gonna peel caps roll fast
Better roll backwoods good in the lab
Making more bands than what's in your hand
We Have Problems this is our plan
If you can't fuck with me
Then you can't fuck with the clan
Bitch we gonna pull up out Killer's van
Bitch ran faster than a panther
When he heard them shots coming from my blaster
You fucking lazy bastard
Better not fuck with the masters
Real OG's we ain't no actors
We gonna close your book so fuck your chapter
Do you really think that your life really matters?
Got bitches who like to be called dancers
[Hook 2]
[Verse 2]
Bitches love to be called that shit
But I got more respect if she takes it all in
Better hope she a virgin so I can play a surgeon
In my king size bed
Gonna get more than head
Gonna maker her spread her legs
Gonna tear it to shreds
Even if i'm underage she don't care about the feds
After a long day of getting brain
I just went out my way to get paid
Better stay inside if you don't wanna get sprayed
Gonna send your bitch ass down the drain
Bitch face gonna be whiter than cocaine
Bitch you already know hotboxing's my domain
Trapping in this bitch, free Gucci Mane
Coming at you faster than a train
Silent kill gonna kill you with my chain
Bitch after this i'm gonna go kick it with my home girl Mary Jane
[Hook 3]
[Verse 3]
Syrup in my sprite bitch it's not alright
When I come to you it's gonna be bright shine
Fuck old English only hundred dollar bottles of wine
Homies throwing up their gang signs
Never ever gang bang never passed out bitch I can hang
Gonna remain as insane
As a young underage drug dealer can explain
Posted on the block got money in my sock
Homies on the west side with the smith and wesson
Gonna threaten people who have tried them
Never smoked any tree stems
You can bet I got them gems all up in my carats
Running from the cops jumping over fences
Got arrested for drugs in my possession
Bitch I never asked any questions
Better not do any confessing
*Mumbling*