Joyner Lucas — The Cha Cha

[Intro] Uh uh uh whoo whoo uh yeah uh yeah whoo Uh uh yeah uh yeah whoo whoo uh uh Got some motherfuckin' Ciroc in the buildin' And I got some motherfuckin' Henny in the buildin' too And I got my nigga J Black in here too And I got my nigga Ave in here too And I got my nigga Azi in here too My nigga Kev in here too [Verse 1] (Joyner Lucas, Jamal Black) Say I'll do my thing just because I need to fuck what you hoe niggas thinking? Tryna make it all stat with the cash in a wrap and I'm fuckin' your hoes on the weekend Maybe pass in the back now I'm passing the black matter fact how you hoes wanna do this? Super stupid, dark as chocolate, big pocket, Joyner Lucas I'm a fool, let me get it all too Fuck your girl in the pillow I'll drool Fuck this world, when I fuck your girl, Imma flex so hard when I fuckin' curl You feel it, haters stoppin', Trayvon Martin, but gun concealin' I pop if you [?], man give you balls, you ain't feeling it, uh Y'all niggas ain't cool, y'all niggas ain't hot, y'all niggas ain't nothing different Y'all niggas ain't do the most [?], y'all niggas ain't even pimpin' Probably got your bitches dry as fuck and I keep it drippin' Ay ay, with your baby, you keep her sober, I keep her sippin' Big difference, from bitchin' pitchin', switchin' words to a vision and flippin' birds in the kitchen, they slick, conversing with women the frickin' nerve of you niggas Tryna tell us that we ain't the greatest We love to love and give the same to haters Can't fade away, let's just play to play this I'm good, these niggas just mad 'coz me and my niggas got hoes on speed dial So they hittin' they phone and they don't pick up and they hang once more with the redial Leased out when I pee now Probably fuck dirty bitches and you when I'm senile Future's what I see now, take a puff of the blunt if you really wanna see how Rappers, gangstas, killers, smokers, bunch of niggas with feelings Models, hoes, and strippers, hookers, bunch of bitches with children What you think is appealing me I be fighting the feeling Just livin' life in the ceilin', ain't gotta like it but feel it [Chorus] Get you, get you, ya ya The killers on the corner That hit you with the chopper Then make you do the cha cha Make you do the cha cha Then make you do the cha cha The killers on the corner They make you do the cha cha Get you, get you, ya ya The killers on the corner That hit you with the chopper Then make you do the cha cha Make you do the cha cha Then make you do the cha cha Then hit you with the chopper They make you do the cha cha [Verse 2] (Joyner Lucas, Jamal Black) And I know these niggas just mad 'coz me and J Black got hoes on speed dial Better ride on out, cut your eyeballs out until you look at me now And I spit so hard you can dive inside my drool, go swimming and float By the stop sign too with a woman and hoes on the outside too I'm hot times 2 times 6 times 7, eight breaks inside my crib when I tie my shoe Gotta hide my shit, when I ride by you, finna pop my shit, better stop that shit you know better If I ain't got it I get it, go get it, you got it, I'm a goddamn go-getter If you knew better you'd do better bet I'm better than you niggas don't know better How the hell you feelin'? I'm feelin' all great, I'm feelin' like winnin', I'm feelin' on free like dinner in prison, she feelin' on me, I'm feelin' like sinnin' now I ain't pop no molly, ain't pop no pills, ain't pop no guns, I'm coolin' She ain't pop no booty, ain't pop no pussy, she swallowed my dick, she droolin' Rappers, gangstas, killers, smokers, bunch of niggas with feelings Models, hoes, and strippers, hookers, bunch of bitches with children Can't pay my rent, never paid more sense, Imma rob motherfuckers I catch you chillin' with the wrong motherfuckers Explode your crib put a bomb in the oven With a match in the wick in the back of the truck when you catch your shit, I be laughing or something While I'm walking on trains in the back of the tunnel On the ground, escape [?] And grab me a gun just blast me a nun Don't pass me the blunt, just pass me the lunch I eat that plate and I need that cake When I see that bank Imma need that safe Imma need that cave, when I see that Jake, Imma squeeze that thing When you see that flame, you gon' need that cane, Imma leave that pain Imma eat that brain, I don't need champagne, I don't eat pancakes Plus herbal herbs, y'all get on my nerves, don't shit on my words, don't spit on my verse I spit in your face, I'll piss in your grave, y'all niggas is birds, my shit is absurd [Chorus] Get you, get you, ya ya The killers on the corner That hit you with the chopper Then make you do the cha cha Make you do the cha cha Then make you do the cha cha The killers on the corner They make you do the cha cha Get you, get you, ya ya The killers on the corner That hit you with the chopper Then make you do the cha cha Make you do the cha cha Then make you do the cha cha Then hit you with the chopper They make you do the cha cha