Lapdance

(album: Night Owl - 2019)

Alright you want me to blow up?
You want me to blow up
I got you, uh
Yeah, I know I know what I gotta do
Ready to blow up right now
Pass me that C4, I'll blow up

Yeah I wrap myself in dynamite like I'm tryna die tonight
Yeah they kicked me out the afterlife cause they found a pocket knife
I can't wait to fuck myself tonight just like hermaphrodite
She selling pussy online, she shipping overnight
Yes sir
My music out here starting shit I'll cause an argument
Nigga I don't need no compliment I'm already confident
Since the world is on my dick again I'ma fuck a continent
I'm in Jimmy John's with no money just eating condiments
Call the sherrif nigga Jeffery standing on our lawn again
Why's he in our yard again, wearing dad's cardigan
4: 30 in Arlington, we still partying
Name one nigga harder than
Nigga you don't even know where to begin
Doctor Jefferey spit the truth and shit and get crucifixed
I think I want a stupid bitch to split rophy's with
A yo I'm innocent
I go to dinner with a Tinder bitch
This an experiment I put my ear in it
Yeah I'm walking like I'm wounded look at Jeffery stumble
Americano, out in Europe fucking hoes on Bumble
Shorty you know I'm a stunna, what's your fucking number?
Now we eating Benihana's, smoking dope and bumping Gunna
I'm playing with these bitches man I just don't give a damn
I'm cleaning out my bank account out again, Spic and Span
Bitch so fucking nasty she got banned from OnlyFans

Grown ass man, smoking dope and sag pants
Extra money on me I'ma cop a lap dance
Still got money on me I'ma cop a lap dance
Hit to ATM shorty this ya' last chance
Know I got them bands baby holla at ya' mans

Yeah I'ma cop a lap dance
That bitch is trashy and I'm a trash can
My bitch a dancer but she don't tap dance
Yo, who tryna fuck a black man?
Boy I ain't fell off I fell off the wagon
I'm in yo' crib I'm in yo' medicine cabinet (damn)
Now you got some pills that I ain't got quit bragging
My stripper bitch she get them racks, I get a fraction
I'm bumping Mack-10 smoking a wax pen
I know the ice thin, but I'm stomping on it
Ain't it?

Grown ass man, still sag pants
Extra money on me, hold up hold up
Extra money on me I'ma cop a lap dance
Still got money on me I'ma cop a lap dance
Hit to ATM shorty this ya' last chance
Know I got them bands, come and holla at ya' mans