Dance! lyrics

(Intro)
Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Pandemxnium, sell your blood
Brazil, Tokyo, Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

(Verse 1)
b*tch, dance, dance, forty in his pants
Glock 17 make a chick leave her mans
Checks in advance so you know I got bands
My diamonds baguette so you know they're from France
You knew I got a plan
n*ggas thirteen with a Glock in their pants
b*tches flirting with a c*ck in my pants
b*tches talk about me, baby let's dance

(Chorus)
Big shot, you can get dropped with this motherf*cking big Glock
Get your top dropped when I clip you in yo hitbox
[?] like this sh*t is really kickbox
You gon gimmie slop when you really tryna big shot
Big shot, drop we can, drop we can
Pick and pick and drop top when I clip you in yo hitbox

(Verse 2)
Juice and ginny lunch, choppa pack a punch
And my wrap is Dutch and my b*tch is nuts
So she make me nut, out of juice and ginny lunch, lunch
Pack a punch, punch, punch
Dot, dot all my b*tches nuts, I'm gon j*rk it up, yuh
(Outro)
b*tch, dance, dance, forty in his pants
Glock 17 make a chick leave her mans
Checks in advance so you know I got bands
My diamonds baguette so you know they're-
Big shot, you can get dropped with this motherf*cking big Glock
Get your top dropped when I clip you in yo hitbox
[?] like this sh*t is really kickbox
You gon gimmie slop when you really tryna big shot
Big shot, drop we can, drop we can
Pick and pick and drop top when I clip you in yo hitbox
Hitbox, drop like this sh*t is really kickbox
Kickbox, drop like you really tryna