Dance lyrics

[Verse 1]
One, two, three to the four
Yeah I'm back on my grind
Like you ain't know
It's Detroit brat, tryna get that bread
But I won't turn to X like Detroit Red
I'm up early, knocking roaches off my toothbrush
In the spot hoodie on just like the Ku Klux
Walk around this b*tch, like I got four nuts
So when I wet them b*tches, swing like nunchucks
Came a long way from getting jumped by Chemp
Chopping up white like Stefan Grendt
Flow like a champ, way ahead of my peers
And again I smoke strong, like Stevie Wonder's ears
Im in the cutty, with the money on my mind
Finger on the trigger, hand on my nine
So I can't afford time
But I got the AP of the fruity lemon line

[Hook]
And I ain't too tough to dance
Let me adjust this heater
Bulging out of my pants
First I step to the left
Then I step to the right
Then you drop it down low
Bring it back, ight? (Hey!)
[Verse 2]
Five, six, seven to eight
'Bout to slide on you hoes, just like home plate
I get brain early, that mean I think first
You draw last, you paint a picture of a black hearse
f*ck what you think, I'm 'bout that bank
Stones like the button of your Marvis Tanks
Top full clip, and your b*tch on my di*k
Cause you're broke like looses, in your pants pocket
It barely sit above the rim
And I wore gats like bass heads pull on strings
Me and my man, two guns like contra
Keep your b*tch, she looks like My Pet Monster
Lame n*gga, got no choice but to trick
Probably could f*ck a blind ugly b*tch
I can't get enough of these hoes
Grab my hand and walk me straight to the dance floor

[Hook]
And I ain't too tough to dance
Let me adjust this heater
Bulging out of my pants
First I step to the left
Then I step to the right
Then you drop it down low
Bring it back, ight? (Hey!)
[Outro]
Y'all n*ggas see how easy that was?
I don't think they know man
Lupido sounds n*gga
It's official now
Nick's beat n*gga
It's Danny Brown n*gga, y'all know what it is
Detroit stand up!