Bounce (feat. 215Rache)

Just let it bounce
I don't care so don't show me the amount
Need accountants just to fuck wit my account
And if she only here for swipin' kick her out
And if she chasing for the clout, then I tell that bitch to bounce
I don't care so don't show me the amount
I went from bread and sugar to never havin' a doubt
That I'm making bread and getting all the sugar in her mouth
But if she chasing for the clout, then I tell that bitch to just bounce

Take a bitch straight to the telly you can't link up at my house
All I watch is money generate I'm never in a drought
Niggas talk about the streets but they don't know what that's about
Know some niggas from the south
Bullets blast and take you out
That shit automatic
Banana clip and it buss rapid
This bad bitch
She fantastic
Throw that shit around make it clap but don't you get savage
I'll give another a status
Got money that's just habit pippin shit and still established
So ain't no one is passin me
I might just get that tatt on me
You danced on niggas but I give no fuck about who's after me
You chasing figures
Yes I am
Still walk in this bitch casually
Better reconsider
Actions that you take I got that strap on me
Watch ya mouth
Take ya bitch and then be out
I don't give a fuck I took his bitch cause I heard he a mouse
Niggas takin' any routes
Got a masterpiece a casualty can't take her I don't doubt
But if she after the clout
Quickly tell a bitch bounce

I don't care so don't show me the amount
Need accountants just to fuck wit my account
And if she only here for swipin' kick her out
And if she chasing for the clout, then I tell that bitch to bounce
I don't care so don't show me the amount
I went from bread and sugar to never havin' a doubt
That I'm making bread and getting all the sugar in her mouth
But if she chasing for the clout, then I tell that bitch to just bounce

But she can talk that talk
And with the way that she been lookin' she can walk that walk
But I don't need to no clout chasin', cash takin', man hatin', no communicatin' fakin', ass bitches on my jock
I got the game on lock
So invest in Waybao stocks
It's like a houses with some balloons it's goin' up and won't stop
Man fuck a op, I need at least a couple shots for me to care
Cause while you claim to grip the mic, I'm at your house grippin' her hair
And if I really chose to care, I would never make it fair
Because my rapping's like some tear gas, you could never breath my air
And tell yo bitch to take a pic if all she wanna do is stare
But if I take her from you, she ain't comin' back, cause I ain't never liked to share
So please watch yo mouth
All the rappers want the drip, but see they live in a drought
And yes I'll listen that trash ass single you put out
As long as yo girl in the club gettin' ready just to make that ass bounce

I don't care so don't show me the amount
Need accountants just to fuck wit my account
And if she only here for swipin' kick her out
And if she chasing for the clout, then I tell that bitch to bounce
I don't care so don't show me the amount
I went from bread and sugar to never havin' a doubt
That I'm making bread and getting all the sugar in her mouth
But if she chasing for the clout, then I tell that bitch to just bounce



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Writer(s): Connor Casteel
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