Bouncin'
Bounce out with a stick
Let it hit
Let it hit
Huh
Bounce out with a stick
Let it hit
Let it hit
5 grips in my hand
And a snapback
C'mon track that
Bitch on my dick
Let her map that
Turn around lemme clap that
Uh
Lemme slap that
Uh
Blow me like Baghdad uh
Never come back like a bad dad uh
Knock, knock, knock
Where the money at?
Run it Jack
You ain't with the gang
Man wassup with that
Hold up run it back
Ain't no running man
Like a running back
No O.J but i'm running that
Shoutout 4K man he up like that
Yeah
Hoppin out with that loud K
Ain't talking bout that green
But we tripping on beans
Ain't no fiends
It's always bounce out
Then we dash the scene
Cause we
Yeah
Cause we
Yeah
Bounce out with a stick
Let it rip
Let it rip
Bounce out with a stick
Let it rip
Like a beyblade
Pull up with a blade like a samurai
Word to MALI
That's my brother
That's my fucking ride or die
You ain't fucking with my crew
Pull up and you looking blue
Looking blue in the face
Leave you floating in space
And your girl pray for me
Call that saving fuckin grace
Aye
Aye
Let's get it bitch
Bounce out with a stick
Link her once than i dip
Got no time for a bitch
Getting blues just like stitch
Cake for her birthday
Told that thot to make a wish
Cooling with your thot
She eat me up like skip the dish
Bitch
We the money team
Y'all niggas the dummy team
Me and my niggas roll out on em
Like we bumblebee
If you want a verse
I cant give that shit for free
Raizo my nigga though
So i had to kill the beat
Aye
Aye
I hit my money walk
Niggas hating shit
But we all know the money talk
Your bitch is a groupie
Niggas tryna hate on me
But they can't go to uni
That bitch got finessed
Now she out here tryna sue me
Im about my green
I ain't off a bean
But fuck with all my niggas
And we lighting up the scene
And we lighting up the scene
Aye
Aye
Yuh
Got my brother on the track
Let it rip aye
Let em bounce out with a stick
Then we pull up on your chick
Write it down when im sick
So you know its cold shit uh
If he tote that shit
Know it gon slip aye
If I tote that shit uh
Know it gon rip aye
Know it gon rip thru your chest
Leave your guts messy
Like you living in a birds nest
Let it hit
Let it hit
Huh
Bounce out with a stick
Let it hit
Let it hit
5 grips in my hand
And a snapback
C'mon track that
Bitch on my dick
Let her map that
Turn around lemme clap that
Uh
Lemme slap that
Uh
Blow me like Baghdad uh
Never come back like a bad dad uh
Knock, knock, knock
Where the money at?
Run it Jack
You ain't with the gang
Man wassup with that
Hold up run it back
Ain't no running man
Like a running back
No O.J but i'm running that
Shoutout 4K man he up like that
Yeah
Hoppin out with that loud K
Ain't talking bout that green
But we tripping on beans
Ain't no fiends
It's always bounce out
Then we dash the scene
Cause we
Yeah
Cause we
Yeah
Bounce out with a stick
Let it rip
Let it rip
Bounce out with a stick
Let it rip
Like a beyblade
Pull up with a blade like a samurai
Word to MALI
That's my brother
That's my fucking ride or die
You ain't fucking with my crew
Pull up and you looking blue
Looking blue in the face
Leave you floating in space
And your girl pray for me
Call that saving fuckin grace
Aye
Aye
Let's get it bitch
Bounce out with a stick
Link her once than i dip
Got no time for a bitch
Getting blues just like stitch
Cake for her birthday
Told that thot to make a wish
Cooling with your thot
She eat me up like skip the dish
Bitch
We the money team
Y'all niggas the dummy team
Me and my niggas roll out on em
Like we bumblebee
If you want a verse
I cant give that shit for free
Raizo my nigga though
So i had to kill the beat
Aye
Aye
I hit my money walk
Niggas hating shit
But we all know the money talk
Your bitch is a groupie
Niggas tryna hate on me
But they can't go to uni
That bitch got finessed
Now she out here tryna sue me
Im about my green
I ain't off a bean
But fuck with all my niggas
And we lighting up the scene
And we lighting up the scene
Aye
Aye
Yuh
Got my brother on the track
Let it rip aye
Let em bounce out with a stick
Then we pull up on your chick
Write it down when im sick
So you know its cold shit uh
If he tote that shit
Know it gon slip aye
If I tote that shit uh
Know it gon rip aye
Know it gon rip thru your chest
Leave your guts messy
Like you living in a birds nest
Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Jardenico
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