My Lil Dance - Hotboy Wes, Gucci Mane

Lock it up, lock it up

Microwave, microwave, microwave

Mop it up, mop it up (Uh)

Do my lil' dance with this ho, you hear?

(Well, damn)

Crack my shit on this ho (Go)

They got me crackin' my shit (Damn)

If you in the trenches, they trap with a stick (On God)

They lock me up and they shackle my wrist

I slept on a mat, now I’m back in the mix (On God)

You ain’t no savage, don’t lie to me, nigga

I’m from the apartments, my heart in the trenches

Catch me in traffic, a 'Rari, I’m whippin' (Skrrt, Skrrt)

And I’m scratchin' off like a lottery ticket (On God)

You told on your dawg, that’s a scar on your image (Bitch)

The longer the story, the shorter your sentence

Most of these niggas gon' do that

Go put a hole in his two X (Boom, boom)

I came up from nothin', I’m straight out the gutter

You niggas can’t go where I grew at (Same street)

I fuck on your ho and you knock on the door

You know I’ma holler out, «Who that?»

(Like who that is?)

I bring that bitch to your doorbell

Louis V signs on my coat tale

I used to trap out a motel

Niggas be hatin', but, oh well

Under my coat where the tool at (Tool at)

If you want smoke, we can do that (On God)

And it ain’t no smoke 'cause I blew that (Blew that)

Ayy, look how he dance, how he do that (Do that)

Look out, lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance

That ain’t my dick, that’s a stick in my pants (Huh)

I took a risk to get this on my hand

That my lil' stepper, he click on demand

Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up (Mop it up)

Microwave, microwave, microwave (Trap)

Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up (Trap)

12-gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up (Shot 'em up, boom)

Look out, lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance (Word)

That ain’t my dick, that’s a stick in my pants (Baow)

I took a risk to get this on my hands

That my lil' stepper, he click on demand (On God)

Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up (It's Gucci)

Microwave, microwave, microwave (Huh)

Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up (Trap)

12-gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up (Baow)

Look at my diamonds, they do a lil' dance (Argh)

Ice on my neck and my wrist and my hands (Bling)

Bust down the face and then bust the band (Argh)

Then bust on her face, I just fucked on a fan (Wow)

Fuck you and your man, y’all get popped like a Xan' (Argh)

Got heat on my waist, I could give 'em a tan (Argh)

I love my lil' hitters, they click on demand (Love)

Ayy, free my young niggas, let them out the can (For real)

Play with Big Wop and you know it gon' go down

People don’t trust me, they know that I’m low down (Low down)

I was fucked up on my dick, down to four pounds

Now we move bricks and hit licks like a Zoe Pound

I’m making 'em feel it, I’m black as a skillet

Buy Wes a new pendant, let’s spend it, let’s spend it (Spend it)

Can’t take this shit with you, I got it, I get it

I live in a mansion, grew up in the trenches (Wow)

Niggas be hating, I get it, they still in their feelings

Get found by some niggas who’s fishing

All the subliminal dissing can’t blemish my image

I’m ballin' like I play for Clemson (Ballin')

Niggas try to ride on my wave 'cause I’m kosher like savings

Brand new Phantom, I paint it crimson (Huh)

I spent like eighty thou' on my Bart Simpson (Wop)

Straight at the top, ain’t no pad or no pencils (It's Gucci)

Look out, lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance

That ain’t my dick, that’s a stick in my pants

I took a risk to get this on my hand

That my lil' stepper, he click on demand

Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up (Mop it up)

Microwave, microwave, microwave (Trap)

Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up (Trap)

12-gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up (Shot 'em up, boom)

Look out, lil' ho, let me do my lil' dance (Word)

That ain’t my dick, that’s a stick in my pants (Baow)

I took a risk to get this on my hands

That my lil' stepper, he click on demand (On God)

Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up (Mop it up)

Microwave, microwave, microwave (Microwave)

Lock it up, lock it up, lock it up (Trap)

12-gauge shot 'em up, shot 'em up (Baow)