I Can't Dance

Somebody told me the people was tryna see what the trenches sound like Well, welcome back to Pittsburgh Oh yeah, you know this like a second home to me DJ Drama I filled up the bags with the slushy straw Residue on my garment, I dust it off Got my man in the tilt, hittin' custies off They gon' come back again when the rush raw Kick this bitch out my suite, yeah, I'm such a dog Felt I wanted her here 'til the lust wore off Felt I trusted my man 'til the us were off At the table each fifty, I sleeve a gram Maybe more 'cause it's knockin', I meet my mans We don't talk on the phone, he just understands And I pile on the bricks, he's a piece of land And this foreign, it needed a visa plan And if that don't impress you, the features can Hit the button, massagin' my seats, it chant Gettin' kicks up my back, I Chinese the Benz I just hit like three hoes in the same night I perform in that pussy like game night Make her choke on the mic, she got stage fright Then I pass her, she ain't the get-saved type At my show, all my jewelry like stage lights I should call it emergency stage lights You could stay in the game if your wave's right You could switch over lanes if your name's right But I can't dance But I'm steady makin' these moves just to build the bag up Got the boy in the bar, man, need a steal I'm at the blender like it's Margaritaville I can't dance But I heat the stove and the water that's in my pot can And my watch can, and the fiends do the Zombie walk every time the drop land I'm in the latest, look like I'm Vegas, watched by the agents, huh Ballin' like Anfernee Davis, my wallet too small for these pages, huh I'm in her mouth like some braces, I don't do shoppin' at David's I had to Gucci the laces, shootin' at niggas, I'm racist, huh I drip and I drip, puddles are harder, be careful or slip I put the stamp and the tape on the dips I spent a bag in designer at Fifths See through thirty, designer the clip Look, I got the splash, now your ho wan' sift Chris Breezy on Breezies, I'm makin' 'em flip Work R. Kelly, I'm servin' 'em piss Chain and my watch, ho, both of 'em dancin' I'm a real nigga in the corner just standin' Nigga, no flight, but them P's just landed Up two-fifty and I'm still hand-in-handin' Get somethin' hit, got the camera, just panic Bought a quarterback that I throw like Manning Made your girl block me on the 'Gram, she was fannin' Niggas be bitch-made, I don't understand it Ayy, Crip walk on my hundreds, ayy, heel toe with that brick, ooh Toosie Slide with that stick, lookin' Like Thriller all on my strip, damn Harlem Shake on my wrist, uh, hit the Quan on your bitch, ayy Zoomin' all in my whip, I can moonwalk in these kicks I'm at Nae Nae's with them dips, ayy, Cuban Shuffle, I sift Lean with it, I sip, rock with it, that piss Two step for my clique, JB BlocBoy when I flip All these moves that I hit, I still can't dance in this bitch But I can't dance But I'm steady makin' these moves just to build the bag up Got the boy in the bar, man, need a steal I'm at the blender like it's Margaritaville I can't dance But I heat the stove and the water that's in my pot can And my watch can, and the fiends do the Zombie walk every time the drop land Dedicated Wilkinsboro, what up? Uptown to J-Town 1600 Block to 500 block You know we trappin' right in front of the Schulman's Stop playin' with us, man Favor