This is a song about "Still sag my pants can dance"

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch she don’t wanna dance

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

If you wanna take the chance we can dance without the disco

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance, make you piss pants,

You'll see rhino as a prudent student of rap / i'll defuse the illusion of facts

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

My hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

God damn it i'm cramming a hand cannon in my pants with,

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit