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
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