The AV Klub - Hit Yo Dance (feat. YNGKOTZ, Loucielago & On God)

She be wildin' on the pole hittin' splits
I like my bitches thick, yeah I don't like them skinny chicks (No, no)
Can't have 'em all, I gotta run the checklist
Can you spell K-O-T-A while you dancin' on this dick?
Silly trick, she a hoe and she know it
She suckin' out my soul but she ain't got none coz she sold it (Damn)
The whole fuckin' crew knew I hit coz she told it
She love the snow, built her Olaf and she blowed it
Control it, wildin' on the floor, hit yo dance
Copped that Only Fans but bitch I want it in advance
Walk into the club and we runnin' up the bands
Yeah I got the plug with me, you can have that avalanche
Coz I'm that dude that you don't wanna test from the west
We don't low blow, we aimin' at ya neck
Bars impress, better protect coz I'm comin' for the title
An opp is a rival, there's no chance for survival (No chance)

Fuck a mans, bitch I put in my own work (Work)
Bad past so I'm movin' and I'm puttin' myself first (Number one)
Make my own money 'til I'm buried in the dirt
You fuckin' with a bitch who really know her self worth, aye
Too tired of waitin' so I took the wheel and swerved (Swerve)
Had to show my mama I been puttin' in the work (Put in work)
Goin' through it just so I could come back down to Earth
Stopped givin' a fuck about whoever knew it first, aye
I'll be who I need to be, none of that concernin' you
I'ma hit my dance and the police like I be bulletproof
Standin' up for what I want and I ain't sorry 'bout it (I ain't sorry)
Steppin' up on stage and my name all these bitches shoutin' (Lou)

Been a god since day one (Day one)
You ain't gon' say none (Say none)
She gon' wanna hop up on this dick when the fame come (Yup)
Fair warning, better shut the fuck up coz I'm dangerous (Shhh)
Pull up on you with a switchblade to ya ankles (Yuh)
I can hit you with a switch up from different angles (Yeah)
Chillin' with a bad bitch, red hair like Tangled (Okay)
Gotta make sure she's of age
I ain't tryna catch a case like Kelly with 20 seven-year-olds up in his basement
27 To life, I ain't tryna face it (Never)
Copies of IDs when you make it (Yup)
To the afterparty, we gon' have 'em signing waivers
Leave your phone at the door and drop it low for a playa (Drop it low)
Post that shit up on Instagram coz I gotta let the haters know (Gotta let 'em know)
that we do it big, penthouse catered (Yup)
Fine wine and sushi, got that grade-A coochie
Floor seats, courtside, sitting right next to the Lakers

Written by:
Andrew Diep, Dakota Meleisea, Marylou O'Neal

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