Drakeo The Ruler - Just Dance lyrics
[Drakeo The Ruler - Just Dance lyrics]
Just dance when these choppers hit
The floor like Lady Gaga stripped him
I was at the studio eating steak and lobster
Big bands
Doing tricks and flips like Benihana's
What the fuck are these niggas talking
'bout? They don't want no problems
I'll jump off the stage right now
And make his car race track stars
Have these niggas running backwards
In broad day
Got the fin on me, Ferb want some'
Should I tag him in?
Nobody home, heard you got a
Lil' son, fuck it, toe tag his kid
Heard my opps don't like me
Just know I got all they addresses
If we ain't shoot his house up right now
Know we double backed on it guns and funds
The drugs jumpin' off the mattresses
Cannons on, i'm finna put some flash
On all these actresses
At his BM house, what that sound like
Mac and cheese?
For one-ninety-nine, a opp'll get whacked
Toe tag him please
You ever at me on the 'Gram
Just know I'm packin' heat
Niggas die everyday, B, it's all lives for me
We ain't finna go back and forth
We ready to drop somethin'
Rolls Royce and Bentleys car pullin'
We got his block jumpin'
A hundred shots up in his Corolla, let's go
The cops comin' lean wit' it, rock wit' it
We put holes in his white tee
Since niggas like Instagram so much
They gon' die on it
223 shells rockin' in his head
While he live streaming
The news out, cameras, crews out
Somebody died here i don't know why niggas
Is lookin' so surprised
We don't fight niggas
Chops off, nigga, meep-meep
He's a road runner
Grim reaper, this a street sweeper
I'm a soul snatcher
Hoes out, made a nigga strip
He's a pole dancer
Mask on, holding Pippi Long
Ain't doin' no rappin'
Niggas get flipped, hollow tips
Don't try to blame me
Play caller, get the blueprint, bitch
I'm Jay-Z touchdown, it was rush hour
Like where Juntao?
Fifty shots, Lil Uzi buy me like I'm JT
We ain't finna go back and forth
We ready to drop somethin'
Rolls Royce and Bentleys car pullin'
We got his block jumpin'
A hundred shots up in his Corolla, let's go
The cops comin' lean wit' it, rock wit' it
We put holes in his white tee
Since niggas like Instagram so much
They gon' die on it
223 shells rockin' in his head
While he live streaming
The news out, cameras, crews out
Somebody died here i don't know why niggas
Is lookin' so surprised
We don't fight niggas
Cameras, crews out, somebody died here, uh
Hahaha know the chosen one, bitch
We ain't like, 223 they gon' die on it
Since niggas like Instagram so much
They gon' die on it 223s all up in his head
While he live streaming
Ha, you know the chosen
The floor like Lady Gaga stripped him
I was at the studio eating steak and lobster
Big bands
Doing tricks and flips like Benihana's
What the fuck are these niggas talking
'bout? They don't want no problems
I'll jump off the stage right now
And make his car race track stars
Have these niggas running backwards
In broad day
Got the fin on me, Ferb want some'
Should I tag him in?
Nobody home, heard you got a
Lil' son, fuck it, toe tag his kid
Heard my opps don't like me
Just know I got all they addresses
If we ain't shoot his house up right now
Know we double backed on it guns and funds
The drugs jumpin' off the mattresses
Cannons on, i'm finna put some flash
On all these actresses
At his BM house, what that sound like
Mac and cheese?
For one-ninety-nine, a opp'll get whacked
Toe tag him please
You ever at me on the 'Gram
Just know I'm packin' heat
Niggas die everyday, B, it's all lives for me
We ain't finna go back and forth
We ready to drop somethin'
Rolls Royce and Bentleys car pullin'
We got his block jumpin'
A hundred shots up in his Corolla, let's go
The cops comin' lean wit' it, rock wit' it
We put holes in his white tee
Since niggas like Instagram so much
They gon' die on it
223 shells rockin' in his head
While he live streaming
The news out, cameras, crews out
Somebody died here i don't know why niggas
Is lookin' so surprised
We don't fight niggas
Chops off, nigga, meep-meep
He's a road runner
Grim reaper, this a street sweeper
I'm a soul snatcher
Hoes out, made a nigga strip
He's a pole dancer
Mask on, holding Pippi Long
Ain't doin' no rappin'
Niggas get flipped, hollow tips
Don't try to blame me
Play caller, get the blueprint, bitch
I'm Jay-Z touchdown, it was rush hour
Like where Juntao?
Fifty shots, Lil Uzi buy me like I'm JT
We ain't finna go back and forth
We ready to drop somethin'
Rolls Royce and Bentleys car pullin'
We got his block jumpin'
A hundred shots up in his Corolla, let's go
The cops comin' lean wit' it, rock wit' it
We put holes in his white tee
Since niggas like Instagram so much
They gon' die on it
223 shells rockin' in his head
While he live streaming
The news out, cameras, crews out
Somebody died here i don't know why niggas
Is lookin' so surprised
We don't fight niggas
Cameras, crews out, somebody died here, uh
Hahaha know the chosen one, bitch
We ain't like, 223 they gon' die on it
Since niggas like Instagram so much
They gon' die on it 223s all up in his head
While he live streaming
Ha, you know the chosen