LAST DANCE! - JPEGMAFIA

Woah, and the rebound when I walk in

Or reload, and big gas, or Rodman

Glock-19 my side bitch, when I speak to a pig, bonnet

'Fore I let you get to me, get violent

Niggas let me, let me beat this comment

Be more, I be ballin' like Don

Goin' the circles around the block for fun (Wait)

I found a beat, dunkin' these crackers, I feel like Aladdin

I wish that my bitches had better timin'

Some of y’all niggas was better off silent

Killin' yourself, this ain’t even Love Island

Trust fund money, can’t buy (Poof)

He left the critics behind

Features with each as I’m distant with Molly

Stop, it’s like Kojima designed me

Slow with the gear and the metal is on me

Switchin' like it, can somebody just stop me?

One on one, I be flexin' like Kylie (Bitch)

Fuck with me, I’ma employ the Tommy

Are you triggered or just weak by design?

Baby, my preference is fine

Girl, are you really in line?

TEC ain’t free but one hand on the nine

Keep it fluid, I be marchin' with Dons

Zero mods and you niggas still done

I don’t need one (Bah, bah)

One wish, Ray J with the sign

Hit it first, I’m ahead of my time

Spit in the ash, nurture my mind

Super head, Mr. Marcus, I’m dyin'

Stash money as the paper decline

Hey, money for mine

Now they got me speedin' down the lane like, «»

Spendin' my night, I don’t keep the auto outside

Runnin' for the money, take the chain off the

Niggas stay mad so they demise

Twerkin' on stage for the Mary J. Blige

Says I brought a Glock, no more drama in my life

Make me wanna do it, I’ma, uh

Make me wanna do it, but I won’t say shit like

«Hi, hey,"dress for the kill with my Bonnie on

Sigh, huh, shit, shit, shit, shit

Shit, shit, shit, shit

Shit