Genre-bending artist, John Alex Gatsby is back, and he's bringing the heat with his new single, "Make Her Dance". This high-energy track has a beat that is sure to do what the tile promises. "Make Her Dance" is the anthem every woman needs in her playlist—ready to turn up, take control, and own the night. Whether you’re in the club or vibing at home, this one’s for all the queens out there who aren’t afraid to move some!

Mayday

Make Her Dance

Savannah

MERCEDES

Money and Drugs (ft. D6andz)

Free Download

not alright (prod.aswium + hice)

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Yuh (woo), skrrt (brrr), yuh (let's go!), ayy

[Verse 1]
Hop in the whip like vroom (skrrt), no brakes when I’m slidin’ through (slidin')
Baddie gon’ eat my fumes (eat up), I don’t do lines, I move (zoom)
Steppin’ in black Balmain, wrist got frost like pain (ice)
Ten racks sittin' in the safe — can’t fold, can’t bend, no lane (nah)
Flexin’ my tone, it’s raw (raw), press that gas and I’m gone (gone)
Money real long like scrolls (scroll), neck on glacier stone (ice)
I don’t talk much — I pop (brrr), I don’t chase dreams — I plot (plot)
Twelve on my back like ops, but I got speed they not (woo)

[Chorus]
(Yeah) Pull up, ghost in the mist (skrrt), AP twist on the wrist (twist)
Racks got weight, they lift — these boys all cap, no myth (cap)
Wooh — fly like I don’t exist (float), swerve like Tokyo drift (swerve)
Way too cold, can’t diss — pressure I bring, that hit (pow)

[Verse 2]
Still don’t fold for a name (nah), still got aim with no aim (blrrr)
Still keep heat like flame, no propane — pure octane (woo)
Walk in a spot, get stared (what), y’all too pressed, I’m rare (rare)
Check my stance — I dare, tell ‘em I breathe this air (yeah)
All black tint like shade (skrrt), whip look sleek like blade (cut)
Cashed out three on fade, pockets obese, no weight (woo)
I don’t do tags, just swipes (beep), I don’t do love, just nights (nope)
Call that flex my type, hop out clean, no hype (nah)

[Chorus]
(Yeah) Pull up, ghost in the mist (ghost), AP twist on the wrist (twist)
Racks got weight, they lift — these boys all cap, no myth (cap)
Wooh — fly like I don’t exist (fly), swerve like Tokyo drift (skrrt)
Way too cold, can’t diss — pressure I bring, that hit (hit)

[Bridge]
Skatin’ through time like flash (whoa), big blue bills, no cash (cash)
Slick with a move, then dash (zoom), 12 got lost in a flash (gone)
I don’t play roles, no mask (nah), ice on me like splash (drip)
Talk too tough, get crashed (brra), I’m in my zone — don’t ask (don’t)

[Verse 3]
Roll through the night with beams (pew), team got rage like fiends (rahh)
Walk in clean, no seams (clean), do it like I do dreams (facts)
No tags — I swipe it gleam (beep), whole lotta gold on me (ice)
She like the way I scheme — whole world bow to the king (kneel)
Don’t need no chase, I’m lead (fast), step on necks with ease (stepped)
Gone off torque and speed — way too fly for the feed (woo)
Tints like eyes of death (stare), breath too cold — need breath (ice)
Zone too rare — no theft, straight up flame like meth (burn)

[Chorus]
(Yeah) Pull up, ghost in the mist (mist), AP twist on the wrist (twist)
Racks got weight, they lift — these boys all cap, no myth (nah)
Wooh — fly like I don’t exist (vroom), swerve like Tokyo drift (drift)
Way too cold, can’t diss — pressure I bring, that hit (brrah)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Ayy (skrrt), let's go (woo), huh — pressure, pow (brrr)
Zone out — gone now — can't see how (gone)

Tokyo Drift Talk [Prod. PMO Music]

worst beat

feel the bass (prod. meedow)

the wrld , prod Hysteric

Hardcore

Hip hop
R&B 
RnB
Rap 
New 
2025, 
Strings, 
Custom beat, 
Soulection,
Instrumentals, 
Beats, 
Beat tape,
Boi 1da type of beat

Almost Home

Hardcore

☆A$HOniix☆

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