Dance With The Devil
(Verse 1)
They don't want attention, they just want the tension
I don't do construction, I still keep that iron
Labels tryna call me with a deal but I can't deal with it
And she hella tight, best believe I'll vacuum seal a bitch
My money like El Chapo, it just go, I'm always spending it
BMW C-Class, baby mama rented it
I don't throw a fit when you around, I just be clutching it
And I don't beef with losers, cause I ride around in Cullinans
Why she move around like I ain't seen her with another man
Lying ass bitch, nah I'll smack you with my other hand
Back it up and break you down, I stuff the bitch into the can
I can hate the truth but I can't ever hear a liе again
The top is like a mirror cause I'm closеr than I appear
Dancing with the devil, I'm the leader of the cheers
All you bitches weird, and your voice I hate to hear
And my dawgs don't fuck around, might as well just tat that tear
(Verse 2)
Yeah, twisted like that soda, yeah we rollin' on codeine
I don't chase a ho cause my lil bitch is what I fiend
Hangin' on my neck, yellow diamonds yeah they bling
Only type of green I carry on me, hit that spleen
I been getting money, ya'll been hating since a teen
I don't get offended cause I'm always getting that green
Double C's up on my body, I don't shop at Shien
So you know I always get my lady right, we on that scene
It's a crime scene, every time you fuck on me
Know I been through hell and back so don't you try your luck on me
I won't get offended if you ever try to run from me
Cause I know the way I am and I ain't never changing me
(Verse 3)
Throw it back, yeah that's dessert
Lately I been in the lab, whipping up that sizzert
Shawty way too fine to crop her outside of the picture
When you roll with me, you only really getting richer
Ass like a joint, I might really have to hit her
Throw the cash out, bank account, got like six figures
She dance on the weekends so I really do be missing her
Chains on my neck, but you thought this shit was glitter
(Verse 4)
I might bang that ho, in that tunnel ho
You ain't faster than no bullet, what you running for
Knocking all these verses down, I sit down and play dominoes
Lil baby I got a show to do, I gotta get back on the road
I gotta get back on the road
I'm ten toes, I'm stepping on these fake hoes
I'm great so, I don't claim no lil fake clothes
That red and blue man fuck twelve, I'm speaking on that true hoe
On god she my sweet fruit, I call the bitch my mango
On the west side I get it right, so I don't know why you getting tight
Pink pussy, it's so ripe, she give me head on the 405
I'm so high, I don't know the heights, but I know how to get your bitch right
Don't like rats, no little mice, they big pussies got nine lives