Tapdance lyrics - Joyner Lucas

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

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

This that shit that'll make them 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

Yo, look what you did, I'm asking

Bitch, I'm a half-black assassin

Let's keep it G like "Who knew?"

I'mma get that love and poom-poom

That sucky-sucky, wushu

That gushy-gushy, choo-choo

When I come deep, if I choose to

'Cause I love beef, and you fufu

Put that lunch meat in my soup, too

Put your front teeth in my Fruit Loops

And I told them, "This that new-new"

And all your tracks is boo-boo

Yeah, this that platinum whoo-whoo

We don't do platinum FUBU

Better call back-up and move, too

Move soon, or niggas gon move you

Who are you? Them dudes is cuckoo

Cocoa Puffs and some fruit juice

I got Netflix and Hulu

Hit up your ex-bitch on OoVoo

Tell her get dressed and then move through

Then I get naked in the 'Suzu

Record that shit on Google

Upload that shit to YouTube

After I send it to her, I send that shit to you, too

Yeah, 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

Yo, look what you did, I'm asking

Bitch, I'm a half-black assassin

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

But I'm more like Captain Savage

With no black on black on madness

Bitch, y'all back on crack like crackheads

Got no platinum plaques or passion

Fuck that shit, I'mma go hard

I'mma go hard, like I'mma go raw

Then we gon see

I told Chi-Money put your money on me

I told Boi-1da, "I wonder how long it'll take for these rap niggas to get on beat"

I'mma tell y'all like niggas told me

"Cash rules everything amongst everything, but what's everything with no peace?"

Fuck the police, hands up in your face

I'm an ice cube with a N.W.A

I don't like you, and I will fuck up your day

And I heard shit gets real up in L.A

I just hope I make it home by five

Cross my heart, bitch, I hope y'all die

And y'all don't see shit through both my eyes

Oh, my God, 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 you...

And you...