[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh
Tell me what a dead n***a says
So let me do my dance, let me do my dance
Huh? Where that dog shit at?
Show me the bag
So let me do my dance, let me do my dance
You know I got that, know I got that shit on (Type shit)
So let me do my dance, let me do my dance (Viral)
This, this where you look that bitch dead in her face and tell that bitch
Let me do my dance, let me do my dance (Okay)

[Chorus: Keen Streetz]
Uh, uh, lookin' at my Rollie, it's about that time (Time)
Face bustdown, bitch, I can't tеll the time (The timе)
N***a shit was cool 'til I pulled up in mines
And my swag came from the grind, sellin' nickels and dimes
Bitch, I'm a dope boy (Dope boy), dope boy, bitch
My dope-boy whip, that's dope-boy shit
Bitch, I'm a dope boy, I be in that shit
Jacket to the kicks, you gotta see the 'fit
Bitch, I'm a dope boy

[Verse: Jim Jones]
Talents on my wrist, had her grindin' on my dick (Nasty)
Came to the club at 3, perfect timing is a bitch (Ow)
They was pumpin' mad soft, you know my slimy got the stick (Grrt)
You keep pumpin' you got Millies, I ain't gon' line you for that Rich, n***a (Uh)
If I ever punch a clock, I swung on Flavor Flav (Boy)
Duffle bags of the chips, we got the wavy Lays (You salty?)
Skeletons in all our watches like I made a grave (You dig me?)
You n***as been lost the sauce just like you David Mays (Ah)
You know them bitches love him, but they say he crazy (He loco)
And Lord knows that I been tryna change my player ways (Pray for me)
We cop them cars off the lot, this ain't no layaways (Skrrt)
And I can still cook a brick up like them eighty days (Woo)
I see y'all in the spot, two-steppin' with aggression (Oh)
You come from out of town, we ain't gon' say you gotta check in (Uh-uh)
You run up in the spot (Yeah?), let's just say I got a TEC in (Facts)
When the bouncers see me, they look the other way when they check a n***a (Stupid)
They look the other way when they check a n***a (Facts)
They look the other way when they check a n***a (Type shit)
So let me do my dance, let me do my dance (Silly)
I got your bitch all in my face, she tryna check a n***a (Uh)
I been gettin' fly like the pilot on the plane (See the pelicans?)
N***as watchin' me, I put the wallet to the chain (That's flattery)
N***as copy me, but they wallets not the same (Get your bag up)
Shit, I'm big now, Christopher Wallace in the game (Frank White)
Half a million talents on my neck and my throat (Nasty)
Man, your team look bad, y'all need to get a new coach (Check the score)
Them n***as can't fly with us 'cause ain't no judgement in coach (Nah)
You know my jacket butter-soft, I got that bread with the toast (Woo)
We ain't gon' settle for broke (Nope), we gon' get us some coke (Go)
You know we standin' on business, we gon' step on that coke
Run up on gang, y'all better check the approach (Grrt)
I had to tell a silly bitch, "You ain't havin' sex with a GOAT," uh (Nah)
Baby, I'm a dog with a missin' roof (Roof)
And I got these n***as tight 'cause they bitches loose (Sucker)
But I done seen n***as die, I swear I'm living proof (Really, though)
Y'all n***as need to hang it up, go on and get the noose, uh (Rrr)
It's no backdoors, that's why I switched to coupes (Skrrt)
N***a, we run up in your mouth just like a chipped tooth (Dickhead)
Three thousand for the Louis, the same shits from Juice (We miss you, pop)
Bitches on that hoo, we let 'em sip the juice (Ooh)
Shit, fuck all that and let me do my dance (Ooh)
I got forty in my pocket, the 40 in my pants (Ooh)
So let me do my dance, let me do my dance (Ooh)
I bring the 40 to the game like I'm Ja Morant
[Chorus: Keen Streetz]
Uh, uh, lookin' at my Rollie, it's about that time (Time)
Face bustdown, bitch, I can't tell the time (The time)
N***a shit was cool 'til I pulled up in mines
And my swag came from the grind, sellin' nickels and dimes
Bitch, I'm a dope boy (Dope boy), dope boy, bitch
My dope-boy whip, that's dope-boy shit
Bitch, I'm a dope boy, I be in that shit
Jacket to the kicks, you gotta see the 'fit
Bitch, I'm a dope boy

[Outro: Jim Jones & Keen Streetz]
So let me do my dance, let me do my dance
Bitch, I'm a dope boy
So let me do my dance, let me do my dance
So let me do my dance, let me do my dance