Break Dancin

[Chorus: Gucci Mane] Break dancin', break dancin', break dance Break dancin', break dancin', break dance Break a nine piece off a brick and make it break dance Choppa got you spinnin’ on your head like you break dancin’ My pistol in the club with me, I don't wanna break dance This MAC-11 gon' make a nigga strip, like a shake down [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] My favorite weapon MAC-11, black and red patent leather lavish Was so broke in '97, prayed a brick would come from heaven Niggas used to laugh when I walk from Boulder Crest to Gresham So who’s laughing last, I just pulled up in a 911 Money don’t make me, clothes don’t make me Lot of people still ain't heard of me They used to just know me locally, now they know me globally Atlanta Overlook apartments, just came back from overseas If I can do it, you can do it, you started with more than me Mom couldn't really do much for me So broke used to eat lunch for free Backstabbed so many people that my boys won’t even pass the blunt to me Lord I hope that he forgive me, but fuck that nigga that’s history Yeah fuck nigga I stole your bombL, hope that ends your mystery And if it's all about the timing, my time piece cost 80 g's Hit a lick for 80 P's, budget on your... [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Break dancin', break dancin', break dance Break dancin', break dancin', break dance Break a nine piece off a brick and make it break dance ChoppaL got you spinnin’ on your head like you break dancin’ My pistol in the club with me, I don't wanna break dance This MAC-11 gon' make a nigga strip, like a shake down [Verse 2: Young Thug] 1017 for them bands, we gon' hunt ya bae Got a rifle with my dog like a hunter bae Red bottom add the spikes, I’m a punter! She wanna suck all of these Snickers, she got hunger 500 horses on my motherfucking tires I'll splat his ass up put that on fiver Everybody with me eating, we got fiber In the kitchen, wrapping, wrapping like a cypher Told you one too many times, we got dimes, it’s my prime time Ridin' with king slime, that’s my slime K spank yo behind, we gon' drop a dime, I'm not lyin' You's a Busta like Rhymes, never committed a crime or did no time [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Break dancin', break dancin', break dance Break dancin', break dancin', break dance Break a nine piece off a brick and make it break dance Chopper got you spinnin’ on your head like you break dancin’ My pistol in the club with me, I don't wanna break dance This MAC-11 gon' make a nigga strip, like a shake down