Murda Dance

Pour up deuce of wock in my cup


I'm sipping, I'm floating, get high like a pigeon


I got all these racks but there's still something missing


She get on her knees like a Christian


When I go up, this switch, they gon need to airlift


I might buy her a bag but ain't tipping


When I walk in my show they try tell me can't bring in my cup


Man, these fuck niggas tripping

I'ma pop me this perc then I go ahead dive in it


One more and I might hit my limit


And I'm going up fast, I can blow any minute