Nesty Gzz, Rah Gzz & ASSASIN - Dancer
[Intro: ASSASIN & Nesty Floxks]
Geek, geek, geek
Geek, geek, geek, geek, geek (8OH, 8OH, 8OH, 8OH)
Gang, gang, gang, nigga (Gang, gang, gang, nigga)
Look, we gon' spin through the 'Bridge and leave 'em in a river
[Chorus: ASSASIN]
We gon' creep to that block with like two, three hammers
Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer (At all)
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood, but I fuck with my Blammas (Grrt)
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder (Murder)
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, when I hop out, I perform
We gon' creep to that block with like two, three hammers
Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer (At all)
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood, but I fuck with my Blammas (Grrt)
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder (Murder)
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, when I hop out, I perform
[Verse 1: Nesty Floxks & ]
Beam on the Glock, so how I'ma miss you? ()
Don't lack, I'm quick, be carеful
Hollows gon' rip through his neck and his tissues ()
Free Pop, he was rеally official
Hop out the V, send shots like missiles (Grrt)
Four-five finna shoot like Mitchells
But I swear these bullets won't miss you
But I swear these bullets won't— ()
[Verse 2: ASSASIN & ]
Like how can I lack?
Can't forget JB, he got poked in his back (At all)
Tank tried to spin and got turned to a pack
Spinnin' my block, you ain't gettin' back, like (Tanky)
(Noah)
Milly got beat and he turned to a ratMilly got beat and he turned to a rat, like
[Chorus: ASSASIN]
We gon' creep to that block with like two, three hammers
Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer (At all)
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood, but I fuck with my Blammas (Grrt)
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder (Murder)
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, when I hop out, I perform
[Verse 3: Rah Gzz & ASSASIN]
I'm on the block and I got me a chop
See me an opp, then he bound to get popped
I'm with the gang, tell 'em free my bro Pop
Bro-bro was buggin' tryna kill the opps
You know I be buggin', creepin' through them blocks
Totin' on them knocks
Got me a chop, fiendin' for an opp
This shit got a kick, leave him lookin' wock ()
Smokin' on Tank, should've had his chop (Ahh)
Back up on that block (Ahh)
Watch me Drilly Bop (Ahh)
Bunch of bodies drop
Call up the Makk, bet he let it flock (Flock)
He go in your block (Block, )
Bunch of bodies drop (Drop, )
Bunch of niggas shot
[Chorus: ASSASIN]
We gon' creep to that block with like two, three hammers
Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer (At all)
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood, but I fuck with my Blammas
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder (Whoopty, murder)
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, when I hop out, I perform
[Outro: ASSASIN & ]
We gon' creep to that block with like two, three hammers
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, 8OH, 8OH
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood, but I fuck with my Blammas ()
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder ()
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, when I hop out, I perform
Geek, geek, geek
Geek, geek, geek, geek, geek (8OH, 8OH, 8OH, 8OH)
Gang, gang, gang, nigga (Gang, gang, gang, nigga)
Look, we gon' spin through the 'Bridge and leave 'em in a river
[Chorus: ASSASIN]
We gon' creep to that block with like two, three hammers
Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer (At all)
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood, but I fuck with my Blammas (Grrt)
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder (Murder)
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, when I hop out, I perform
We gon' creep to that block with like two, three hammers
Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer (At all)
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood, but I fuck with my Blammas (Grrt)
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder (Murder)
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, when I hop out, I perform
[Verse 1: Nesty Floxks & ]
Beam on the Glock, so how I'ma miss you? ()
Don't lack, I'm quick, be carеful
Hollows gon' rip through his neck and his tissues ()
Free Pop, he was rеally official
Hop out the V, send shots like missiles (Grrt)
Four-five finna shoot like Mitchells
But I swear these bullets won't miss you
But I swear these bullets won't— ()
[Verse 2: ASSASIN & ]
Like how can I lack?
Can't forget JB, he got poked in his back (At all)
Tank tried to spin and got turned to a pack
Spinnin' my block, you ain't gettin' back, like (Tanky)
(Noah)
Milly got beat and he turned to a ratMilly got beat and he turned to a rat, like
[Chorus: ASSASIN]
We gon' creep to that block with like two, three hammers
Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer (At all)
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood, but I fuck with my Blammas (Grrt)
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder (Murder)
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, when I hop out, I perform
[Verse 3: Rah Gzz & ASSASIN]
I'm on the block and I got me a chop
See me an opp, then he bound to get popped
I'm with the gang, tell 'em free my bro Pop
Bro-bro was buggin' tryna kill the opps
You know I be buggin', creepin' through them blocks
Totin' on them knocks
Got me a chop, fiendin' for an opp
This shit got a kick, leave him lookin' wock ()
Smokin' on Tank, should've had his chop (Ahh)
Back up on that block (Ahh)
Watch me Drilly Bop (Ahh)
Bunch of bodies drop
Call up the Makk, bet he let it flock (Flock)
He go in your block (Block, )
Bunch of bodies drop (Drop, )
Bunch of niggas shot
[Chorus: ASSASIN]
We gon' creep to that block with like two, three hammers
Jiggy Man, that nigga a dancer (At all)
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood, but I fuck with my Blammas
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder (Whoopty, murder)
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, when I hop out, I perform
[Outro: ASSASIN & ]
We gon' creep to that block with like two, three hammers
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, 8OH, 8OH
I need a bad bitch, ass fat like Fanum
I ain't Blood, but I fuck with my Blammas ()
Gun kick more, you know that's the murder ()
Big pole, I dare you to run
Put up my feelings, yeah, up in a song
They make a show, when I hop out, I perform
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