I Really Don't Dance - Christ Dillinger, FilthyRichVee, Lil Darkie

She in the drop she going insane x2

I’m fresh out the can I’m Alex the wang

My nigga he hit he love doing stains

I pull up lams it orange like yams

Mac on my lap it kame with the pants

I’m on the wall I really don’t dance

Shawty wanna fuck she say she a fan

Shawty wanna fuck she a groupie a fan

Fucking with me gon' get yo ass fanned

I’m on a beach with my bape in the sand

I’m in yo city I really just landed

I’m with the 5 like I was a Janet

Run in yo crib cause Iam a bandit

I’m off the drank I barley could manage

Look at my pocket it bread like a sandwich

Wacking yo kids an all of your family

I’m not a rapper these niggas is kandy x2

Money for feature boy keep that shit

AMG with a heat ass bitch

Ask damefk we won’t treat that bitch

Niggas want filthy wanna leak my shit

It was 10k for the LV duff Iam a star like Hillary duff

I went to Clinton to cop me a Pigeon

The stateys be watching I’m making decisions

I’m under a 30 it fuck up my vision

Yeah I gotta hitter but I’ll do the mission

I kame with suppressor so he couldn’t listen

He know I’m a shooter but he didn’t listen

V6 yeah I’m speeding for digits

See a opp Cut him short like a midget

Benz stop rims spinning like fidgets

Hell cat yea that pussy be vicious yeah hellcat yea

She in the drop she going insane x2

I’m fresh out the can I’m Alex the wang

My nigga he hit he love doing stains

I pull up lams it orange like yams

Mac on my lap it kame with the pants

I’m on the wall I really don’t dance

Shawty wanna fuck she say she a fan

Shawty wanna fuck she a groupie a fan

CHRIST DILLINGER:

Lost all yo money just cause you can’t add

Drum on the Glock make it heavy to lift

I’m on da clock Got no time for a bitch

After da show we gon Rob all ya fans

Buckin a bitch on the beach and she bad

Drum on the Glock holdin 50 it spin

Pretty boy nigga I play in da pink

Fuck on dat bih send her back to her man

I kno da bitch like the back of my hand

Ran up on me that boy got his ass fanned

I know that he hate cause he know I’m da man

Pipe in my draws and yo shit at the crib

Get on yo knees and you beg me to live

Money from a feature We don’t need that shit

She send a text and I read that shit

You don’t like this nigga y u shakin his hand

Him and his raps?

yin yang

I got the crack it’s in high demand

Holdin da tech now I’m high command

High key mad cause yo bitch is a fan

He called his pops now I’m Washin his dad

Look at the opps postin money they had

Niggas ain’t hard niggas is chad

Thick ass bitch she gon freak My lshit

Im the rappin phenomenon why she beat that dick

Niggas never seen commas they wanna meet that check

Suckin dick for the clouty why you ain’t get none yet

He called his pops I’m Washin his dad

Losin yo money cause you cannot add

Yeah.

1500 just to sip

Yeah.

vivienne holdin up the rick

Yeah vivienne holdin up my dick

Yeah.

500 for my jeans

Yeah.

Ed hardy wit da preme

Go ahead call ya dad, ya nigga I’m washin yo pops

Beatin his ass right in front of the fam

Smokin a zip while you smoke on a gram

Ask for a dollar I’ll spit in ya hand

Niggas hate cause they know I’m the man