[Intro]
Dirty South, can you really feel me
East coast feel me, West coast feel me
Dirty South, can you really feel me
East coast feel me, West coast feel me
I want to make you dance, dance
I want to make you dance, dance
I want to make you dance, dance
I want to make you dance, dance

[Verse 1: Ro Ransom]
Every summer, third coast, RIP Big Moe
Ain't got time for no hoes, told them "Let Me Go"
Hipster girls know Ro, hood fuck with my flow
I don't walk, I float, tell them old n***as it's slow
On my way downtown, cause these labels wanna meet
Fans holler at him when they see him in the street
N***a wanna say something, they know to keep it discreet
Cause they be out here stunting with shit they stealing from me
Word around the way, we the kids next up
They running back my shit, I don't even be in the club
The coyote face is a brand you can trust
Laughing at these n***as cause they ain't believe in us
Wonder why I'm saying

[Chorus]
Fuck the rap game, tell these n***as pipe down
It's like seven bad bitches on a n***a right now
Boy I'm in a pool of women, I can't swim I might drown
So I'm saying what I want, fuck how it might sound
Fuck the rap game
I want to make you dance, dance
I want to make you dance, dance
I want to make you dance, dance
I want to make you dance, dance
[Talking]
You n***as are scared to be yourselves
Step into the future
New York City

[Verse 2: Ro Ransom]
All you n***as flow like this
All these mixtapes I don't like shit
Molly this, gold that
Shit is so wack, n***a don't rap
This is no slack, going dumb
Making love to the drum
Thought I made it clear when I told you I'm the one
But I guess I gotta show these n***as how it's done
Boy getting money but a n***a still starving
About to make a movie, this blonde co-starring
Your new girl who I stepped out the car with
Told me play that hard shit, cause y'all shit is garbage
Honest
My n***as came a long way from the weed dealing
Outcasts going up, we don't see ceilings
Bandanas on, team looking like the Leaf Village
Can't deny a real n***a when the streets feel it

[Chorus]
Fuck the rap game, tell these n***as pipe down
It's like seven bad bitches on a n***a right now
Boy I'm in a pool of women, I can't swim I might drown
So I'm saying what I want, fuck how it might sound
Fuck the rap game
I want to make you dance, dance
I want to make you dance, dance
I want to make you dance, dance
I want to make you dance, dance
[Bridge]
All the hoes get low, all the hoes get low, all the hoes get low
All the hoes get low, all the hoes get low, all the hoes get low
All the hoes get low, all the hoes get low, all the hoes get low
All the hoes get low, all the hoes get low, all the hoes get low