Dance - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Garrott Odom]

Bitch, it's the Mac!

Mad as CJ, I need ends in three ways, got no time for EA (Yuh)

My freaks be either Mexican or Puerto Rican

Looking like a vixen but listen

I ain't never been with the bullshittin'

This ain't really rapping this is more like (Like that)

Whippin' the '[6]4 hit the switch I go by (Fuck!)

You can close eyes and still see bro shine (Bling!)

Get high get low still keep the goals in mind

Drink me a forty get my zone aligned

Deep stroke my ho might hit her soul or spine

Everything between

All about the all about the set that's the team that's the

Y'know what it is nigga don't play though

Shit get sticky might bust a nigga tomato

Ayo, who you know this hard from ClayCo? (Southside)

Nobody bitch I ain't think so

I ain't think so

Nobody bitch I ain't think so

I ain't think so

I can feel the ho's in the crowd cause they lurkin'

I'm better than your next and your last that's for certain

I do what I wanna do and I see who I wanna see

Ain't nobody son'n me cause all these niggas wannabes

I took a portal back to the day that I was mortal

I start to quarrel on why I ain't have no morals

Don't nobody ever want a challenge

Trying to keep my balance

Sipping out a nigga royal chalice

I hate to be so anti-social

Philly got a presence in my vocals

Really tired of all the ho's that's locals

So I need to get some ho's that's global

Tell that ho to roll it over, Motorola

Got the Razr on a nigga quota

Higher than a bitch a nigga never ever sober

A lot of niggas do not understand it

Catch me in the club I got something to dance with

No don't understand it

Catch me in the club I got something to dance with

They don't understand it

Catch me in the club I got something to dance with