Doin a Dance

[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I'll get 'em whacked for a couple of bands
(DotDot, you made this beat?)
Blatt
He'll get clapped like a couple of hands (Free Sosa, free Shirley)
Blatt
Uh

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I'll get 'em whacked for a couple of bands
He'll get clapped like a couple of hands
She throw it back like she doin' a dance
Bae, don't sit on my lap, I got fire in my pants
Came with sixty drums like we play in a band
I do what I want, he do what he can
I went a long way just from takin' a chance

[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I'm takin' that risk
He better not lack, we takin' his blick
I'll holler, "Blatt," they go in his shit
Lil' bro get a sack, we go on a blitz
All hе want is a hat when he blowin' his stick (Come on)
All hе want is a hat
If nothin' get touched, we doublin' back
Get caught in his whip, we leave him on flat
I ain't makin' no raps, he get put in a pack
Two hundred or better when we in his flat, fuck nigga, get back gang ain't nothin'
His brother got popped, he went, got a tat, bitch nigga still on the internet, bluffin'
I ain't doin' no bap, we up on the stats, every time we catch one, nigga, we bustin' (Every time we catch one them niggas, we— Bah, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'll tat this shit on my face, I'm chosen (Let's go)
He ain't blowin' that fire, I can tell how he hoein'
We'll be wipin' his nose and he won't even know it
Lil' bro went 'Cat off the lot, but it's stolen
Lil' bro went 'Cat off the lot
Know big 4 dope like crack in a pot
I bet somethin' get dropped if we get a dot
My lil' nigga on lock with a lock in his sock
Ayy, I'll get 'em whacked for a couple of bands (Go)
He'll get clapped like a couple of hands (Go)
He'll get— uh, he'll get smacked, he'll get stopped like I'm one of his fans
He'll get popped like a couple of Xans
He'll get— fah, fah
Lil' bro wave that fire like he wavin' his hands
We smoke dead guys, got a couple of strands

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I'll get 'em whacked for a couple of bands
He'll get clapped like a couple of hands
She throw it back like she doin' a dance
Bae, don't sit on my lap, I got fire in my pants
Came with sixty drums like we play in a band
I do what I want, he do what he can
I went a long way just from takin' a chance (DotDot, you made this beat?)

[Verse 2: Woodboy Gee]
Nigga, I'm on the road, tryna run from the coppers
I'm a big papa, I spend it, I'm shoppin'
These niggas be cappin', they need to just stop it
The shit that I'm smokin', it come from the tropics
The bitch that I'm fuckin', she come from the tropics
Yeah, both of 'em bust, gotta switch up my watches
I make 'em put the dope right in they crotches
The knee on my neck, get on trip, we be swappin'
He put the switch on the back of the glizzy
Big Stunna be steppin', you know he get busy
I'm in the coupe, tryna catch me a chicken
Door to the window, my shit look like Wendy's
They talkin' 'bout work, niggas know we got plenty
Talkin' 'bout fire, they gon' hit 'til it's empty
I get real low like the car that I'm whippin'
I drop the roof on the coupe, then I hit it, skrrt
I spent a check on my ice, they know I'm the littest nigga in the city
Yeah, I need the one with the pipes, the one when I tap the gas, it get to missing
These niggas can't fuck with my price, I'll pull up on any trap and drop the ticket
These niggas can't talk 'bout no rice, I bring up the money, niggas turn to crickets

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I'll get 'em whacked for a couple of bands
He'll get clapped like a couple of hands
She throw it back like she doin' a dance
Bae, don't sit on my lap, I got fire in my pants
Came with sixty drums like we play in a band
I do what I want, he do what he can
I went a long way just from takin' a chance (DotDot, you made this beat?)

[Outro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I'm takin' that risk
He better not lack, we takin' his blick
I'll holler— they go in his—
Mmm, won't diss in no rap, they go in his sh—
Takin' that Scat
Want anything, nah, nah