My Lil Dance Hotboy Wes (Ft. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Hotboy Wes & Gucci Mane]
Lock it up, lock it up
Microwave, microwave, microwave (Denero, Denero)
Mop it up, mop it up (1017 shit, burr)
Do my lil' dance with this ho, you hear? (Well, damn)
Crack my shit on this ho (Go)

[Verse 1: Hotboy Wes & Gucci Mane]
They got me crackin' my shit (Damn)
If you in the trenches, they trap with a stick (On God)
They lock me up and they shackle my wrist
I slept on a mat, now I'm back in the mix (On God)
You ain't no savage, don't lie to me, nigga
I'm from the apartments, my heart in the trenches
Catch me in traffic, a 'Rari, I'm whippin' (Skrrt, Skrrt)
And I'm scratchin' off like a lottery ticket (On God)
You told on your dawg, that's a scar on your image (Bitch)
The longer the story, the shorter your sentence
Most of these niggas gon' do that
Go put a hole in his two X (Boom, boom)
I came up from nothin', I'm straight out the gutter
You niggas can't go where I grew at (Same street)
I fuck on your ho and you knock on the door
You know I'ma holler out, "Who that?" (Like who that is?)
I bring that bitch to your doorbell
Louis V signs on my coat tale
I used to trap out a motel
Niggas be hatin', but, oh well
Under my coat where the tool at (Tool at)
If you want smoke, we can do that (On God)
And it ain't no smoke 'cause I blew that (Blew that)
Ayy, look how he dance, how he do that (Do that)