Tapdance Joyner Lucas

[Hook 1]
This that shit that'll make me tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your bitch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I'm laughing
At you and your clique, what happened
Nigga, look what you did, I'm asking
Bitch, I'm a half-black assassin

[Verse 1]
Better grab your gats and blast them
Ain't none of y'all bastards have hands
Ain't none of y'all cats are scratching
And y'all move like Action Jackson
And I'm more like Captain Savage
With no black on black on madness
Bitch, y'all back on crack like crackheads
With no platinum plaques or passion
But, nigga, fuck all that, I'm a pilot
High up all over your conscience
And drive up all over your 'partments
And pile up all over your closet
I wind up all over your side bitch
Time's up, could've been in that clock
With my luck, I'll never be on that hot list
And I never had love for no dry snitch
Okay, I grew up in the projects
You come around and everyone in your pockets
You never gonna really know who they watching
Take everything and they gon' leave with your wallet
I bet you never gon' believe that we poppin'
Go take a nigga somethin' to eat and they starving
You never knew that I'd be in their Top 10
Like, God damn
Hol' up