Bounce Songtext
Act your age
Ain't in just the barbers where you catch a fade
Face covered, cuttin' through your garden like a masquerade (Hahahaha)
Before I catch an L, I'll fuckin' catch a plane
Prolly snatch your wife before I snatch your chain
Switch it up
This rap shit is pixie dust
Money ain't shit to us
Broski went and broke your wifey's back, you better fix her up
I just bought a crib to fuck
Ain't in just the barbers where you catch a fade
Face covered, cuttin' through your garden like a masquerade (Hahahaha)
Before I catch an L, I'll fuckin' catch a plane
Prolly snatch your wife before I snatch your chain
Switch it up
This rap shit is pixie dust
Money ain't shit to us
Broski went and broke your wifey's back, you better fix her up
I just bought a crib to fuck
A chick, she got the biggest butt
And when I saw your sister, had to hit her with the fishin' hook
Listen up
I've had a spliff and hit the cup
So if I swing my fist, you're fucked
I'm goin' in, so wish me luck
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Boy, if you ain't talkin' paper, I'ma— (Bounce)
Bounce
Bounce
I tell shawty spin around and watch it— (Bounce)
Bounce
Bounce
Every time I hit the stage, I make it— (Bounce)
Bounce
Yeah (Bounce)
I just pull up to the crib and then—
I'm right back on that bullshit
Ammunition been stocked up, I ain't comin' home with a full clip
All you rappers still washed up, I don't push weight, I just pull chicks
She ain't pullin' her socks up, when it's half time, she get full dick
Finna leave the pussy all boxed up like, mm (Bounce)
Send it
Make a play and I exit
Manny boy makin' London money, spent most my life on the M6, yeah (Bounce)
Get rich or die tryin', no less shit
I've been out here for like eight years
Come from Volkswagens to Bentleys, little bitch
Watch your strap, run up cash, double back
Baby, show me what your mama made and make that pussy clap
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Make that pussy clap
You got such a pretty face, but I wan' taste it from the back
Tell her I'm ready, the cheque come in heavy
I bought the Maybizzy, no, this ain't a Chevy
The king of my city, can't nobody check me
They know where I'm at if they're comin' to get me
I've been in the pocket like keys in the wallet
If you think you got it, then pull up and bet me
I'm keepin' it solid and just bein' honest
You ain't gotta like me, but gotta respect me, make it— (Bounce)
Boy, if you ain't talkin' paper, I'ma— (Bounce)
I tell shawty spin around and watch it— (Bounce)
Every time I hit the stage, I make it—, yeah
I just pull up to the crib and then I— (Bounce)
Boy, if you ain't talkin' paper, I'ma— (Bounce)
I tell shawty spin around and watch it— (Bounce)
Every time I hit the stage I make it—, yeah (Bounce)
I just pull up to the crib and then I—
And when I saw your sister, had to hit her with the fishin' hook
Listen up
I've had a spliff and hit the cup
So if I swing my fist, you're fucked
I'm goin' in, so wish me luck
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Boy, if you ain't talkin' paper, I'ma— (Bounce)
Bounce
Bounce
I tell shawty spin around and watch it— (Bounce)
Bounce
Bounce
Every time I hit the stage, I make it— (Bounce)
Bounce
Yeah (Bounce)
I just pull up to the crib and then—
I'm right back on that bullshit
Ammunition been stocked up, I ain't comin' home with a full clip
All you rappers still washed up, I don't push weight, I just pull chicks
She ain't pullin' her socks up, when it's half time, she get full dick
Finna leave the pussy all boxed up like, mm (Bounce)
Send it
Make a play and I exit
Manny boy makin' London money, spent most my life on the M6, yeah (Bounce)
Get rich or die tryin', no less shit
I've been out here for like eight years
Come from Volkswagens to Bentleys, little bitch
Watch your strap, run up cash, double back
Baby, show me what your mama made and make that pussy clap
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Make that pussy clap
You got such a pretty face, but I wan' taste it from the back
Tell her I'm ready, the cheque come in heavy
I bought the Maybizzy, no, this ain't a Chevy
The king of my city, can't nobody check me
They know where I'm at if they're comin' to get me
I've been in the pocket like keys in the wallet
If you think you got it, then pull up and bet me
I'm keepin' it solid and just bein' honest
You ain't gotta like me, but gotta respect me, make it— (Bounce)
Boy, if you ain't talkin' paper, I'ma— (Bounce)
I tell shawty spin around and watch it— (Bounce)
Every time I hit the stage, I make it—, yeah
I just pull up to the crib and then I— (Bounce)
Boy, if you ain't talkin' paper, I'ma— (Bounce)
I tell shawty spin around and watch it— (Bounce)
Every time I hit the stage I make it—, yeah (Bounce)
I just pull up to the crib and then I—
