Dancer

Geek, geek, geek, geek

Geek, geek, geek, geek, geek (8-OH, 8-OH, 8-OH, 8-OH)

Gang, gang, gang, nigga (Gang, gang, gang, nigga)

Look, we gon' spin through the Bridge and leave 'em in river

We gon' creep to that block with, like, two, three hammers

Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer

I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum

I ain't Blood but I fuck with my blammers

Gun kick more, you know that's the murder

Big pole, I dare you to run

Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song

They make a show, but not when I perform

We gon' creep to that block with, like, two, three hammers

Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer

I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum

I ain't Blood but I fuck with my blammers

Gun kick more, you know that's the murder

Big pole, I dare you to run

Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song

They make a show, but not when I perform

Beam on the Glock, so how I'ma miss you? (Gang)

Don't lack, I'm quick, be careful

Hollows gon' rip through his neck and his tissues

Free Pop, he was really official

Hop out the V, send shots like missiles

.45 finna shoot like Mitchell's

But I swear these bullets won't miss you

(But I swear these bullets won't—, let's get it)

Like, how can I lack?

Can't forget JB, he got poked in his back

Tank tried to spin and got turned to a pack

Spinnin' my block, you ain't gettin' back, like

Let's speak on the facts

Smokin' on Noah, y'all ain't get him back Milly got beat and he turned to a rat

Milly got beat and he turned to a rat, like

We gon' creep to that block with, like, two, three hammers

Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer

I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum

I ain't Blood but I fuck with my blammers

Gun kick more, you know that's the murder

Big pole, I dare you to run

Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song

They make a show, but not when I perform

I'm on the block and I got me a chop

See me a opp then he bound to get popped

I'm with the gang, tell 'em, "Free my bro Pop"

Bro-bro was buggin' tryna kill our opps

You know I be buggin', creepin' through them blocks

Totin' on them knocks, got me a chop, feenin' for a opp

This shit got a kick, leave him lookin' wock

Smokin' on Tank, should've had his chop (Ahh)

Back up on that block (Ahh)

Watch me Drilly Bop (Ahh)

Bunch of bodies drop

Call up the Makk, bet he let it flock (Flock)

He go in ya' block (Block, gang)

Bunch of bodies drop (Drop, grrt)

Bunch of niggas shot

We gon' creep to that block with, like, two, three hammers

Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer

I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum

I ain't Blood but I fuck with my blammers

Gun kick more, you know that's the murder

Big pole, I dare you to run

Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song

They make a show, but not when I perform

(We gon' creep to that block with, like, two, three hammers)

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum (8OH, 8OH)

I ain't Blood but I fuck with my blammers

Gun kick more, you know that's the murder

Big bro, I dare you to run

Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song

They make a show, but not when I perform)