StanWill - Last Dance lyrics
[StanWill - Last Dance lyrics]
They finna hear this bitch and be like
"What the fuck?" bitch
Bitch, yeah huh, yeah, huh, ayy
Hit him in his omelette, boy
The chop full of Jimmy Dean
If Tron say "fuck you"
You know I'm on Jimmy team count money
Why I see fame? Feel like Slimmy B
Hunnid ARs
Hunnid Glocks with 'bout fifty beams
Throw some lil' cheddar on his head
Get him swiss cheesed
Wouldn't even give her ass a
Blessing if the bitch sneezed
High school, was Arena stepping, boy
Them big B's head so good
Almost said some shit I didn't mean
Punched a hunnid 12 Pros
Damn near the Max Man if I could
I'll throw yo album in the trash can
Glock 23, I'll give a opp his last dance
You ain't gotta ask me where
I'm at, it's the Lab, man
I can feel the fucking GOAT
Running through my DNA
Only time you see me with a
Scrub if she a CNA
If he know I scammed Jesus
What would Jesus say?
How I'm feeling, fuck Ichiban
It's a pita day
Yeah, fuck it, I'ma hit Coney
Feel like Hugh Hef'
Everywhere I go that bitch on me
Name really should've been "Quan"
'cause I'm rich, homie
You couldn't get a punch up out of
Me if I was Mick Foley
Closet 'bout to flood the damn
Crib 'cause it's drip only
He'll catch a 223 before I put a fist on me
Funny how my Yeezys got
My motherfucking kit glowing
Seen a lil' snow
Punched a Moncler by Rick Owens
Every single lil' place I go
Know the Glock poking
Told her I might be a lot
Of things but I'm not broke
If you see a opp
Gang jumping off the top row
Put a hunnid holes in him
Fuck around and Croc bro
Catch a opp at his venue, we'll rock show
On some real shit, ain't a scam I do not know
Bro bust exotic pops open and he drop four
Shells put him on the ground for beef
That's a taco
On the shot with ninety-nine shots
Feel like Tacko Fall
You a motherfucking moron
Think I'm not gon' ball
I ain't even tell the bitch
My name, she said, "Drop yo drawers"
Said he got the juice? Might fuck around
And have to mop yo dawg
When I'm in store all I
Fucking know is grab giffy
Backshots, backshots, bitch got her ass Ricky
On the road
Keep telling my bitch this the last city
Still up Glock knowing I could be yo ass
Really white bitch eating dick on cam
I'm Jamal Murray
Hunnid fucking Glocks at the spot
And they all 30
Opps got a single thing in common
Why they all dirty? Threw her in a mink
My bitch walk around all furry
Opps said it's on the floor
I told them niggas bet it up
Reach for anything? Pop yo ass like you 7 Up
She know I'm a Christian 'cause my
Shoe bottoms red as fuck
Push my fucking Yeezys on the gas
Ain't no letting up
Let him play foul, Dee blowing, he a referee
Dior's Christian as fuck
I done blessed my feet
Green light done made a opp stop
He done met my beam
You done let yo bitch meet ShittyBoyz
Now she left yo team
We don't want her, she a free agent
Everywhere I fucking go Glock poking
Piece dangling
Think he wanna fight? Must fuck
Around and wanna meet angels trVan Gogh
Might fuck around and have Dee paint you
Yeah bitch, we huh
Bitch, we really shit, huh
Yeah, bitch, I'm giffy
Bitch, yeah, we giffy lit
Yeah, I'm in that one bag on this bitch, man
Feel like the old ShittyBoyz
"What the fuck?" bitch
Bitch, yeah huh, yeah, huh, ayy
Hit him in his omelette, boy
The chop full of Jimmy Dean
If Tron say "fuck you"
You know I'm on Jimmy team count money
Why I see fame? Feel like Slimmy B
Hunnid ARs
Hunnid Glocks with 'bout fifty beams
Throw some lil' cheddar on his head
Get him swiss cheesed
Wouldn't even give her ass a
Blessing if the bitch sneezed
High school, was Arena stepping, boy
Them big B's head so good
Almost said some shit I didn't mean
Punched a hunnid 12 Pros
Damn near the Max Man if I could
I'll throw yo album in the trash can
Glock 23, I'll give a opp his last dance
You ain't gotta ask me where
I'm at, it's the Lab, man
I can feel the fucking GOAT
Running through my DNA
Only time you see me with a
Scrub if she a CNA
If he know I scammed Jesus
What would Jesus say?
How I'm feeling, fuck Ichiban
It's a pita day
Yeah, fuck it, I'ma hit Coney
Feel like Hugh Hef'
Everywhere I go that bitch on me
Name really should've been "Quan"
'cause I'm rich, homie
You couldn't get a punch up out of
Me if I was Mick Foley
Closet 'bout to flood the damn
Crib 'cause it's drip only
He'll catch a 223 before I put a fist on me
Funny how my Yeezys got
My motherfucking kit glowing
Seen a lil' snow
Punched a Moncler by Rick Owens
Every single lil' place I go
Know the Glock poking
Told her I might be a lot
Of things but I'm not broke
If you see a opp
Gang jumping off the top row
Put a hunnid holes in him
Fuck around and Croc bro
Catch a opp at his venue, we'll rock show
On some real shit, ain't a scam I do not know
Bro bust exotic pops open and he drop four
Shells put him on the ground for beef
That's a taco
On the shot with ninety-nine shots
Feel like Tacko Fall
You a motherfucking moron
Think I'm not gon' ball
I ain't even tell the bitch
My name, she said, "Drop yo drawers"
Said he got the juice? Might fuck around
And have to mop yo dawg
When I'm in store all I
Fucking know is grab giffy
Backshots, backshots, bitch got her ass Ricky
On the road
Keep telling my bitch this the last city
Still up Glock knowing I could be yo ass
Really white bitch eating dick on cam
I'm Jamal Murray
Hunnid fucking Glocks at the spot
And they all 30
Opps got a single thing in common
Why they all dirty? Threw her in a mink
My bitch walk around all furry
Opps said it's on the floor
I told them niggas bet it up
Reach for anything? Pop yo ass like you 7 Up
She know I'm a Christian 'cause my
Shoe bottoms red as fuck
Push my fucking Yeezys on the gas
Ain't no letting up
Let him play foul, Dee blowing, he a referee
Dior's Christian as fuck
I done blessed my feet
Green light done made a opp stop
He done met my beam
You done let yo bitch meet ShittyBoyz
Now she left yo team
We don't want her, she a free agent
Everywhere I fucking go Glock poking
Piece dangling
Think he wanna fight? Must fuck
Around and wanna meet angels trVan Gogh
Might fuck around and have Dee paint you
Yeah bitch, we huh
Bitch, we really shit, huh
Yeah, bitch, I'm giffy
Bitch, yeah, we giffy lit
Yeah, I'm in that one bag on this bitch, man
Feel like the old ShittyBoyz