The Last Dance

Niggas actin' like I ain't micin' this bitch
Way, way, way, way, way, way ahead of the game
Untouchable (untouchable)

(Aah) though I try uplifting my brothers
Every once in a while, niggas start shit
They say they want Montana from Chi-Raq
Well then, fuck it, let's give'em that hard shit
On block when I gear up, no parking
Like a crush that stick under my armpit
I keep something on deck like a card trick
Tell the ops, come and see like it's Charlotte

You'll see me in the hood
Gripping that metal ain't no jumper cables I spark shit
I put hoes in the car that he pushin' and turn it to red he ain't shoppin' at Target
Check him out take his ass off the market
No paint job when I spray in his car flip
Niggas thought they was cool 'til I turnt up in blue

Got the air in that whip like the car vent
Throw up blood in his whip like he gang bang
Throw up blood in his whip call it car sick
Like mechanics, I come with them tools (pu-pu)
Made him paint like he needed his coffin (oh)

He was dirty in traffic on, you see this savage inside of your house or apartment
No Nintendo, I'm blowin' that cartridge
That ain't cranberry sauce on this carpet
From the streets to the beats, ain't no fraud shit
I don't change in the booth, I ain't Clark Kent
I'm like Jordan, you niggas can't guard this

I spit crack, I might be on the notch list
Bitch, I been on my grind, I'm who they would confide
Just to light up that green like a garden
While you niggas was broke, I was movin'
That drone had to plug on the phone like it's chargin' (perfect)

You gon' need guns, a shield and a sword
Rambo, Judah, plus Jesus Christ and the Lord
Way more heat than Miami, don't play with my family
'Cause if I can't find you, I'm whacking yours
50 up in my clip, light'em up like a stick
Give it to 'em, I do not mean pass the torch
What the fuck would you question my savage for?

I'm with the bull like a matador
This ain't tennis, I'm not with the back and forth
Bitch, I'm known to throw down like I'm crashing boards
Had his homies surprised once the fuck nigga died
They can see he was cappin' like Baggy Shores

Wear a vest when I shoot blow this bitch like a flute
You'll think I'm tryna summon the dragonzord
I'm like Zack in all black you'll be covered in red quick
As Jason can yell out Tyrannosaurus
Then go hop in some shit that you can't afford
I'm saucin' your bitch wanna taste the nigga

They say Tony don't go because without your flow
The rap game's gonna die dehydration nigga
I go hard for that paper so cut it out
Got the game in my hand like rock-paper-scissors
Your favorite rapper so basic nigga
Been a fit hoe for watching me babysitter
I breathe life in the game this ain't Sega nigga

Once they caught they in shock lyrics taser nigga
My heart is coded ain't safe for niggas
Hell or heaven gon' have to make space for niggas
Once I take this bitch out like we dating nigga
I'm gon' dump her I do not mean break up with her
Up this Mack in the face of a hating nigga
Put that clip to it simple no taper nigga

Shells flippin' like they sensei was splinter
Make 'em sleep in the week, there's a wake for niggas
Blue like magic, she kill for me like a sinner
Don't play games where I'm from, this ain't Vegas, nigga
Violent drivers steering while we load the weapons
On my way, they don't know they so close to heaven
Like a blunt, I roll up everyone in this bitch
They can't hit you, gon' think it's a smoking session

I ain't no cop, but you know we steppin'
Walk the same when ain't none of my soldiers present
This rapper keep her mag, never no protection
She always on my dick, but ain't no obsession (oh)

Handling chrome, red light on that bitch like the camera was on
Kicking some doors out and ran in some homes
Then let that bitch ring like don't answer the phone
Mama off crack told me go in the backs
Fist ball like Thanos, a handful of stones
Felt like she wasn't on the planet I'm on

See parents get money but managed it wrong
Age seventeen I jumped off of the porch
I started off with a half of a zone
Once I ran it up I was trafficking drugs
Call it junk in the trunk, you know Pam and Jerome (oh)

Tony played in his pen while I packaged pounds
Trying to grind, so my kids never have to frown
40 call, I made sure I kept that around
So they can't say they didn't have they dad around
I was not liking, then I ain't liking now
Bitch I move like the minister pat'em down

Like a heart in the paint, never backing down
With this rap shit, I snap like a crocodile
With the penny wives (oh)
But don't think that mean I won't whack a clown
I'ma roll up and then I'ma smoke 'em

40 blow buddy down like a pack of loud
I'm bustin' this bitch like a tube tied
Or like she told me she can't have a child
Mentions to all his friends, don't act tough or pretend
Or it's poppin' again like it's back in style

You better deploy my shooters
Gon' pull up and put a hole up in your cap and gown
I light up your block and come back around
With two rockets, I call 'em T-Mac and Yao
Play my cards and I run with a bad hand
Bitch I rap like every day my last chance
When I'm gone they gon' say I'm a bad man
Bitch, I been on my bullshit the last dance (the last dance)
Bitch, I been on my bullshit the last dance
The last, the last dance