Montana Of 300 - Dancing With My AK lyrics

[Chorus] x2 Dancing, yeah With my AK [x3] Dancing, yeah yeah with my AK That’s my baby, she go crazy [Verse 1] You don’t want me squeezin’ them hammers My AK I feed it bananas That’s on baby I bet sh** gone change Once I wet yo a** up just like pee in a pamper While you sleepin’ I’m up like a Red Bull Out the cut shootin’ sh** like I’m Deadpool When this heater blaze Your boy Jesus couldn’t save you If he graduated from med school I like to dance with machine guns This b**h got kick like it’s wing chun You gon’ see Tony turn into Iron Man Grab that pole then I slide like a fireman I hope you f** n***as bulletproof I hope you n***as could duck fans Hundred rounds when I pull out that AK Then I let that b**h ride like a bus pa** They claim they beasts from the jungle But when I come through they humble No escaping it, who you gon’ run to Clip hang so low I call it Rapunzel No punchlines boy I don’t play no games Put your a** in a box and they ready to rumble Ain’t no blockin’ these shots If your name was Mutombo As soon as I cook he gon’ crumble Take a n***a straight to hell’s kitchen Shootin’ lethal weapons like I’m Mel Gibson With a mask on like I’m Casey Jones Like the Ninja Turtles bunch of shells flippin’ I hope you get buck like you ridin’ a horse When I’m shootin’ this b**h I’m like Mike on the court More like Mike in the fourth I’ma fire this torch When I slide to his crib Like there’s ice on the porch [Chorus] x2 [Verse 2] Get popped like a wheelie, like he out in Philly Get left, I’ma creep like I’m T-Boz and Chili I’m ten steps ahead of y’all and when I let it off I turn a opp into Cleo off Set It Off (easy) Play around, lollygag Big sticks, hockey mask Choppin’ sh**, karate cla** Slide ’em in, body bags I got more guns than a pawn shop My AK go off like [!] My bullets cut nonstop So tell your kids I’m no joke With the stick I will Bomb Pop I’m Ray Allen, Steph Curry I’m crazy with this I told God I told y’all not to play with this [!] know the reason I’m squeezin’ If he’s understanding then he’ll be okay with it Haters just might get bagged like potato chips I’m too smart I bet I get away with this I aim at the neck and then squeeze I ain’t talkin’ perfume I will spray this b**h If you see me first b**h you better blow You do not want smoke I ain’t sellin’ dro I’m so cold with this K put a hole in your face When I spray turn a opp to a eskimo I do not give a f** about five-o When I roll up and blow that ain’t hydro AK blow more than wind in the wintertime It got more kick than Foot Locker and Finish Line Put a tag on your toe so they know the price They get bust when I deliver overnight Put bodies on the chopper no motorbike I shot the crap out them b**hes like rollin’ dice