[Intro]
She ask why I'm dancin', ask why I'm dancin'
She ask why I'm dancin' (Chef J)
She ask if I be dancin', shit, I be dippin' and dabbin'
Shit, I be switchin' the swaggers
Ha, let's go
[Chorus]
She ask if I be dancin', shit, I be dippin' and dabbin', huh
Shit, I be switchin' the swaggers, huh
Kel-Tec, let it rattle (Too-too-too, grrt)
I know you think that your bitch bad, my bitch badder than badder, uh
And her pockets fatter, uh (Yeah)
And she a Glock handler (Brrt)
[Verse]
Okay, talking my shit, I guess I did it again, I did it again (Huh)
I'm finna shit on every nigga and bitch that I said wouldn't win (Huh)
Hop on this block, bend (Skrrt)
I bought two Glocks, twins (Brrt)
Them guns is best friends
And they'll slam you like wrestlin' (Okay)
Enough about my guns
I got a lot, I mean some, I mean none
I play dumb, only if 12 listеnin'
If he run, up on him, I'm finna nail this bitch
My girl say she want some, I'm finna nail this bitch, lеt's go
Up, up and away
Dick in the glizzock, fuck what you say
You sweet as a faggot, soft as a cake
Got a oven on me if you tryna get baked
This beat reminding me of some old Lil Wayne
Feel like Wayne, to the money, I skate
When it come to fashion, I'm always early, but I still show up fashionably late (Bitch, haha, ayy)
[Chorus]
She ask if I be dancin', shit, I be dippin' and dabbin', huh
Shit, I be switchin' the swaggers, huh
Kel-Tec, let it rattle (Too-too-too, grrt)
I know you think that your bitch bad, my bitch badder than badder, uh
And her pockets fatter, uh (Yeah)
And she a Glock handler
She ask if I be dancin', shit, I be dippin' and dabbin', huh
Shit, I be switchin' the swaggers, huh
Kel-Tec, let it rattle (Too-too-too, grrt)
I know you think that your bitch bad, my bitch badder than badder, uh
And her pockets fatter, uh (Yeah)
And she a Glock handler
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