Bounce
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Who wanna fight with this narcissistic narcissist?
I burn down the mic and still leave messages
I finally did it, damn bro
I was raised to blaze an example
Fuck around, get trampled, dismantled
We burn slow like a candle
Hip hop, underground
That's why my entrance is a manhole
Drop it like an anvil
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And I lean with it, rock with it
Like a fucking manual
Pimping since pimping
I always been Stinson
Hang a hose, a dick just like rope, no lynching
Hustle like Timmon
Heartless like Timmon
Doing all we can
From rocking another simple plan
Eastside living where the Southside at
Northside living looking like Baghdad
And every good father came from a bad dad
And my boy fell off, so I hit 'em with the bag
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
All this beef can make a war stop
Getting stoned, I'm the son of a witch, a warlock
That's a fort, this is Fort Knox
Never trust Fort Knox
Living, and we shut down these schools
But hire more cops
Do the crime and do time
Like a cop is behind
Never ever ever getting out of line, look!
I rock two-six-nine, it's all Tekashi!
Got me, pop another molly
I'm bossing, how I'm flossing
Trip to Austin, back to Boston
Like Road Trip, this is awesome
Man, I tried to help him out
But I swear, I must have lost him
No more subliminal, it's all subtle
Suddenly, they forgot all about my struggle
But look how it made me, look how it made me
Crazy, shady, nineties, baby
Eastside living where the Southside at
Northside living looking like Baghdad
And every good father came from a bad dad
And my boy fell off, so I hit 'em with the bag
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back (Hit 'em with the bag!)
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back (Hit 'em with the bag!)
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back (Hit 'em with the bag!)
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back (Hit 'em with the bag!)
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back (Hit 'em with the bag!)
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Who wanna fight with this narcissistic narcissist?
I burn down the mic and still leave messages
I finally did it, damn bro
I was raised to blaze an example
Fuck around, get trampled, dismantled
We burn slow like a candle
Hip hop, underground
That's why my entrance is a manhole
Drop it like an anvil
Ckyttlez favorite channel
And I lean with it, rock with it
Like a fucking manual
Pimping since pimping
I always been Stinson
Hang a hose, a dick just like rope, no lynching
Hustle like Timmon
Heartless like Timmon
Doing all we can
From rocking another simple plan
Eastside living where the Southside at
Northside living looking like Baghdad
And every good father came from a bad dad
And my boy fell off, so I hit 'em with the bag
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
All this beef can make a war stop
Getting stoned, I'm the son of a witch, a warlock
That's a fort, this is Fort Knox
Never trust Fort Knox
Living, and we shut down these schools
But hire more cops
Do the crime and do time
Like a cop is behind
Never ever ever getting out of line, look!
I rock two-six-nine, it's all Tekashi!
Got me, pop another molly
I'm bossing, how I'm flossing
Trip to Austin, back to Boston
Like Road Trip, this is awesome
Man, I tried to help him out
But I swear, I must have lost him
No more subliminal, it's all subtle
Suddenly, they forgot all about my struggle
But look how it made me, look how it made me
Crazy, shady, nineties, baby
Eastside living where the Southside at
Northside living looking like Baghdad
And every good father came from a bad dad
And my boy fell off, so I hit 'em with the bag
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back (Hit 'em with the bag!)
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back (Hit 'em with the bag!)
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back (Hit 'em with the bag!)
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back (Hit 'em with the bag!)
Bounce right back
Bounce, bounce right back (Hit 'em with the bag!)
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Writer(s): Regan James Mathews, Justin Lewis Elwin
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