Lapdance lyrics

[Intro]
Alright you want me to blow up?
You want me to blow up
I got you, uh
Yeah, I know- I know what I gotta do
Ready to blow up right now
Pass me that C4, I'll blow up

[Verse 1]
Yeah I wrap myself in dynamite like I'm tryna die tonight
Yeah they kicked me out the afterlife cause they found a pocket knife
I can't wait to f*ck myself tonight just like hermaphrodite
She selling pus*y online, she shipping overnight
Yes sir
My music out here starting sh*t I'll cause an argument
n*gga I don't need no compliment I'm already confident
Since the world is on my di*k again I'ma f*ck a continent
I'm in Jimmy John's with no money just eating condiments
Call the sherrif n*gga Jeffery standing on our lawn again
Why's he in our yard again, wearing dad's cardigan
4:30 in Arlington, we still partying
Name one n*gga harder than
n*gga you don't even know where to begin
Doctor Jefferey spit the truth and sh*t and get crucifixed
I think I want a stupid b*tch to split rophy's with
A yo I'm innocent
I go to dinner with a Tinder b*tch
This an experiment I put my ear in it
Yeah I'm walking like I'm wounded look at Jeffery stumble
Americano, out in Europe f*cking hoes on Bumble
Shorty you know I'm a stunna, what's your f*ckin' number?
Now we eating Benihana's, smokin' dope and bumpin' Gunna
I'm playing with these b*tches man I just dont give a damn
I'm cleaning out my bank account out again, Spic and Span
b*tch so f*ckin' nasty she got banned from OnlyFans
[Hook]
Grown ass man, smokin' dope and sag pants
Extra money on me I'ma cop a lap dance
Still got money on me I'ma cop a lap dance
Hit to ATM shorty this ya' last chance
Know I got them bands baby holla at ya' mans

[Verse 2]
Yeah I'ma cop a lap dance
That b*tch is trashy and I'm a trash can
My b*tch a dancer but she don't tap dance
Yo, who tryna f*ck a black man?
Boy I ain't fell off I fell off the wagon
I'm in yo' crib I'm in yo' medicine cabinet (damn)
Now you got some pills that I ain't got quit braggin'
My stripper b*tch she get them racks, I get a fraction
I'm bumpin' Mack-10 smokin' a wax pen
I know the ice thin, but I'm stomping on it
Ain't it?

[Hook]
Grown ass man, still sag pants
Extra money on me, hold up hold up
Extra money on me I'ma cop a lap dance
Still got money on me I'ma cop a lap dance
Hit to ATM shorty this ya' last chance
Know I got them bands, come and holla at ya' mans