Luisss - Dance lyrics

(Fuck goin' on, Maajins?)

Can't dance with the Glock in my pants
Can't love on no bitch I got too many bands
I cannot quit I got too many fans
Rocking Ricky but he the one ran
He wanna be a rapper he popping the xans
She don't want the love she
Want niggas who scam
I'm finna fry that boy like frying pan
My Glock a yeah, them bullets, spam
I'm posted with shaio yeah, up on the block
Like Lil Trey you not spinning my block
Fuck a rollie I rock a bussdown G-Shock
I keep it a G yeah, for the G-Lock
Like youngboy, I'm finna take off his top
Can't trust no bitch she gon
Give you the drop
I missed the part where I hopped out the spot
Like what's to his forehead it got a red dot

Yeah, I was serving the fiens
Money counter yeah, that bitch still beep
I feel like Jono when young nigga
Go get to that money go get to
That cheese, her ex-boyfriend not better
Than me but I give him the heat
Like a hundred degrees
And we finna spray his
Lil block like febreeze
I'm finna take my new bitch overseas
Uh, we finna go to Japan
Bitch I was counting these bands
Don't dap me up, I never needed no hand
I feel like Kendrick but my opps like damn
I'm in a track hawk you in a van
Finna fry that boy up like he got a tan
Fuck a house nigga I want a land
My momma seeing me go up that's the plan
I take a flight out to Cali
Shaio still catching the alleys
She said she wanna go down the north Valley
I'm counting these hundreds no tally, yeah
A couple niggas with me Gunners
Not talking anime, I know a hunters, yeah
But all of my opps they runners
Go get to that bread nigga not talking wonder

Can't dance with the Glock in my pants
Can't love on no bitch I got too many bands
I cannot quit I got too many fans
Rocking Ricky but he the one ran
He wanna be a rapper he popping the xans
She don't want the love she
Want niggas who scam
I'm finna fry that boy like frying pan
My Glock a yeah, them bullets, spam
I'm posted with shaio yeah, up on the block
Like Lil Trey you not spinning my block
Fuck a rollie I rock a bussdown G-Shock
I keep it a G yeah, for the G-Lock
Like youngboy, I'm finna take off his top
Can't trust no bitch she gon
Give you the drop
I missed the part where I hopped out the spot
Like what's to his forehead it got a red dot

Can't dance with the Glock in my pants
Can't love on no bitch I got too many bands
I cannot quit I got too many fans
Rocking Ricky but he the one ran
He wanna be a rapper he popping the xans
She don't want the love she
Want niggas who scam
I'm finna fry that boy like frying pan
My Glock a yeah, them bullets, spam
I'm posted with shaio yeah, up on the block
Like Lil Trey you not spinning my block
Fuck a rollie I rock a bussdown G-Shock
I keep it a G yeah, for the G-Lock
Like youngboy, I'm finna take off his top
Can't trust no bitch she gon
Give you the drop
I missed the part where I hopped out the spot
Like what's to his forehead it got a red dot