Dance Danny Brown

[Verse 1]
One, two, three to the four
Yeah I'm back on my grind
Like you ain't know
It's Detroit brat, tryna get that bread
But I won't turn to X like Detroit Red
I'm up early, knocking roaches off my toothbrush
In the spot hoodie on just like the Ku Klux
Walk around this bitch, like I got four nuts
So when I wet them bitches, swing like nunchucks
Came a long way from getting jumped by Chemp
Chopping up white like Stefan Grendt
Flow like a champ, way ahead of my peers
And again I smoke strong, like Stevie Wonder's ears
Im in the cutty, with the money on my mind
Finger on the trigger, hand on my nine
So I can't afford time
But I got the AP of the fruity lemon line

[Hook]
And I ain't too tough to dance
Let me adjust this heater
Bulging out of my pants
First I step to the left
Then I step to the right
Then you drop it down low
Bring it back, ight? (Hey!)