She ask why I'm dancin’, ask why I'm dancin’
She ask why I'm dancin’
Chef Jay
This club be dancin’
Shit I be dippin’ n dabbin’
Then I be drippin' the, ayy
Ha, let’s go

She ask if I be dancin', shit I be dippin’ n dabbin’, huh
Shit I be switchin' the swaggers, huh
Kel-Tec, let it rattle
I know you think that yo' bitch bad
My bitch badder than badder (uh)
And her pockets fatter (yeah) and she a Glock handler

Okay, talkin' my shit, I guess I did it again, I did it again
I'm finna shit, on every nigga and bitch that I said wouldn't win
Hop on this block, bend, I bought two Glocks, twins
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 twelvе listenin’
If he run, up on him, I'm finna nail this bitch
My girl, say she want somе, I'm finna nail this bitch (let's go)
Up, up and away, dick in the glizop, 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 remindin' 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, aye

She ask if I be dancin', shit I be dippin’ n dabbin’, huh
Shit I be switchin' the swaggers, huh
Kel-Tec, let it rattle
I know you think that yo' bitch bad
My bitch badder than badder
And her pockets fatter (yeah) and she a Glock handler

She ask if I be dancin', shit I be dippin’ n dabbin’, huh
Shit I be switchin' the swaggers, huh
Kel-Tec, let it rattle
I know you think that yo' bitch bad
My bitch badder than badder (Uh)
And her pockets fatter (yeah) and she a Glock handler