Dance - Danny Brown

One, two, three to the four

Yeah I’m back on my grind

Like you ain’t know

It’s Detroit brat, tryna get that bread

But I won’t turn to X like Detroit Red

I’m up early, knocking roaches off my toothbrush

In the spot hoodie on just like the Ku Klux

Walk around this bitch, like I got four nuts

So when I wet them bitches, swing like nunchucks

Came a long way from getting jumped by Chemp

Chopping up white like Stefan Grendt

Flow like a champ, way ahead of my peers

And again I smoke strong, like Stevie Wonder’s ears

Im in the cutty, with the money on my mind

Finger on the trigger, hand on my nine

So I can’t afford time

But I got the AP of the fruity lemon line

And I ain’t too tough to dance

Let me adjust this heater

Bulging out of my pants

First I step to the left

Then I step to the right

Then you drop it down low

Bring it back, ight?

(Hey!)

Five, six, seven to eight

'Bout to slide on you hoes, just like home plate

I get brain early, that mean I think first

You draw last, you paint a picture of a black hearse

Fuck what you think, I’m 'bout that bank

Stones like the button of your Marvis Tanks

Top full clip, and your bitch on my dick

Cause you’re broke like looses, in your pants pocket

It barely sit above the rim

And I wore gats like bass heads pull on strings

Me and my man, two guns like contra

Keep your bitch, she looks like My Pet Monster

Lame nigga, got no choice but to trick

Probably could fuck a blind ugly bitch

I can’t get enough of these hoes

Grab my hand and walk me straight to the dance floor

And I ain’t too tough to dance

Let me adjust this heater

Bulging out of my pants

First I step to the left

Then I step to the right

Then you drop it down low

Bring it back, ight?

(Hey!)

Y’all niggas see how easy that was?

I don’t think they know man

Lupido sounds nigga

It’s official now

Nick’s beat nigga

It’s Danny Brown nigga, y’all know what it is

Detroit stand up!