Joyner Lucas — Tapdance

[Hook 1] This that shit that'll make me tap dance All over your crib, then backhand Both you and your bitch, then crash land On my alien ship, then stack bands I get it in quick, I'm laughing At you and your clique, what happened Nigga, look what you did, I'm asking Bitch, I'm a half-black assassin [Verse 1] Better grab your gats and blast them Ain't none of y'all bastards have hands Ain't none of y'all cats are scratching And y'all move like Action Jackson And I'm more like Captain Savage With no black on black on madness Bitch, y'all back on crack like crackheads With no platinum plaques or passion But, nigga, fuck all that, I'm a pilot High up all over your conscience And drive up all over your 'partments And pile up all over your closet I wind up all over your side bitch Time's up, could've been in that clock With my luck, I'll never be on that hot list And I never had love for no dry snitch Okay, I grew up in the projects You come around and everyone in your pockets You never gonna really know who they watching Take everything and they gon' leave with your wallet I bet you never gon' believe that we poppin' Go take a nigga somethin' to eat and they starving You never knew that I'd be in their Top 10 Like, God damn Hol' up [Hook 2] This that shit that'll make them tap dance All over your crib, then backhand Both you and your bitch, then crash land On my alien ship, then stack bands I get it in quick, I'm laughing At you and your clique, what happened Yo, look what you did, I'm asking Bitch, I'm a half-black assassin [Verse 2] Let's keep it G like "Who knew?" I'mma get that love and poom-poom That sucky-sucky, wushu That gushy-gushy, choo-choo When I come deep, if I choose to 'Cause I love beef, and you fufu Put that lunch meat in my soup, too Put your front teeth in my Fruit Loops And I told them, "This that new-new" And all your tracks is boo-boo Yeah, this that platinum whoo-whoo We don't do platinum FUBU Better call back-up and move, too Move soon, or niggas gon move you Who are you? Them dudes is cuckoo Cocoa Puffs and some fruit juice I got Netflix and Hulu Hit up your ex-bitch on OoVoo Tell her get dressed and then move through Then I get naked in the 'Suzu Record that shit on Google Upload that shit to YouTube After I send it to her, I send that shit to you, too [Hook 3] Yeah, this that shit that'll make me tap dance All over your crib, then backhand Both you and your bitch, then crash land On my alien ship, then stack bands I get it in quick, I'm laughing At you and your clique, what happened Yo, look what you did, I'm asking Bitch, I'm a half-black assassin [Verse 3] Better grab your gats and blast them Ain't none of y'all bastards have hands Ain't none of y'all cats are scratching And y'all move like Action Jackson But I'm more like Captain Savage With no black on black on madness Bitch, y'all back on crack like crackheads Got no platinum plaques or passion Fuck that shit, I'mma go hard I'mma go hard, like I'mma go raw Then we gon see I told Chi-Money put your money on me I told Boi-1da, "I wonder how long it'll take for these rap niggas to get on beat" I'mma tell y'all like niggas told me "Cash rules everything amongst everything, but what's everything with no peace?" Fuck the police, hands up in your face I'm an ice cube with a N.W.A I don't like you, and I will fuck up your day And I heard shit gets real up in L.A I just hope I make it home by five Cross my heart, bitch, I hope y'all die And y'all don't see shit through both my eyes Oh, my God, this that shit that'll make me tap dance All over your crib, then backhand Both you and your bitch, then crash land On my alien ship, then stack bands I get it in quick, I'm laughing At you.. And you.. And you..