Bounce Freestyle
Uh, uh, uh
Bad to the bone, seeing me all in my zone
All alone, I don't care what you be saying I'm busy don't call up my phone
All of you people get out of my way 'cause I'm coming and really I'm taking your hoes
Seeing her mingle and laughing I had to come get her and take her to one of my shows
She was feeling me nigga, wanted banana started peeling me nigga
Wanted my heart starting killing me nigga, I don't think she really fuckin with ya
I don't think she want nothing with you she frontin' wit ya
We in the car and I'm bumping with her
Brought her to the crib I'm babysitting baggin other women
I'm still winning
No limits, hook her in 'cause a nigga fishing it's a fuckin' mission
Bust in her eye now she lost her vision, shooting out like a fuckin pistol
Or a missile, she don't miss you, you in a pickle
Love to roast you, you on a griddle, she said you had small meat
Chicken Little, hey!
Your bitch told me that I was her type of guy
You gettin' caught out there like a firefly
My receipt filled with rappers and it's itemized
I got True Religion in my genes I ain't tryna lie
What you know about Chino coming from the side
Tryna sell you all this shit that you ain't even tryna buy
Shit, I got the sauce like Mott's
Ayo Denz, these college counselors is shooting they shot
And I only met her yesterday
I'm working all these bitches I should put that on my resume
Your man cannot handle alcohol he featherweight
I got some girls in Jersey and some others in some other state
Left her in another state, chillin out with my new bae
You and them niggas they all act the same
Nothing is different and nothing has changed
In my pocket I got me some change, and a controller but this ain't a game
Knew she was feeling me right from the gate
I'm going to the top I'm sealing my fate
Me and the music got us a date, and like back in the day
I'm digging in crates, don't know what to say
Get out of my face I got me a taste I'm working with haste
You feeling the bass it's crazy right?
My past and present is day and night
I got me some niggas that's hating right?
I'm dropping this money if you shake it right
(She make her booty go)
TU 2!
(She make her booty go)
(She make her booty go)
(She make her booty go)
(She make her booty go)
She make her booty go!
Bad to the bone, seeing me all in my zone
All alone, I don't care what you be saying I'm busy don't call up my phone
All of you people get out of my way 'cause I'm coming and really I'm taking your hoes
Seeing her mingle and laughing I had to come get her and take her to one of my shows
She was feeling me nigga, wanted banana started peeling me nigga
Wanted my heart starting killing me nigga, I don't think she really fuckin with ya
I don't think she want nothing with you she frontin' wit ya
We in the car and I'm bumping with her
Brought her to the crib I'm babysitting baggin other women
I'm still winning
No limits, hook her in 'cause a nigga fishing it's a fuckin' mission
Bust in her eye now she lost her vision, shooting out like a fuckin pistol
Or a missile, she don't miss you, you in a pickle
Love to roast you, you on a griddle, she said you had small meat
Chicken Little, hey!
Your bitch told me that I was her type of guy
You gettin' caught out there like a firefly
My receipt filled with rappers and it's itemized
I got True Religion in my genes I ain't tryna lie
What you know about Chino coming from the side
Tryna sell you all this shit that you ain't even tryna buy
Shit, I got the sauce like Mott's
Ayo Denz, these college counselors is shooting they shot
And I only met her yesterday
I'm working all these bitches I should put that on my resume
Your man cannot handle alcohol he featherweight
I got some girls in Jersey and some others in some other state
Left her in another state, chillin out with my new bae
You and them niggas they all act the same
Nothing is different and nothing has changed
In my pocket I got me some change, and a controller but this ain't a game
Knew she was feeling me right from the gate
I'm going to the top I'm sealing my fate
Me and the music got us a date, and like back in the day
I'm digging in crates, don't know what to say
Get out of my face I got me a taste I'm working with haste
You feeling the bass it's crazy right?
My past and present is day and night
I got me some niggas that's hating right?
I'm dropping this money if you shake it right
(She make her booty go)
TU 2!
(She make her booty go)
(She make her booty go)
(She make her booty go)
(She make her booty go)
She make her booty go!
Credits
Writer(s): Keivon Hemmings
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