Bungee Jumping
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Aw shit, I could come through, talk shit, walk drip
Took a loss once but I'm never off, bitch
All bricks, turn 'em in, now just watch me ball, bitch
I'm the chosen one, I ain't lying, that's the fucking truth
Took a lil' jump off the porch, now I jump in coupes
Fell off, bounce back, I'm a bungee jumper, dude
High as hell, got the munchies, yeah, I'm finna punch some food
Look, dummy, I'm a scam master
Flip arounder on this bitch, I'll knock his ass backwards
Five hour road trip, I'm floating up to Grand Traverse
Spilling steak sauce on Dior, where's my damn manners?
Wipe a nigga nose then I'm fucking on his bitch
Be a couple months before the Rollie on my wrist
Got some more choppers for the niggas throwing fits
I been running through the hoes like a nigga called a blitz
I'm a big flexer, middle finger to you niggas hating
Catching plays, getting cake, you the nigga caking
Ask what Tr is, you the nigga faking
Going state to state with slides, nigga, what you taking?
You a demon, oh shit, girl, I'm finna nut
My white bitch wanna know if I could punch a butt
She ain't down to do the team then she out of luck
Niggas want beef but be dodging like a fucking truck
Hmm, fee-fi-fo, I'm Balenci stepping
Ten ball on me with a dime, my bitch impressive
Ride around like the task force, we got fifty weapons
I done came Yeezys on a bitch, my kicks reflective
Cooking up with that, feel like Guy Fieri
Bitch thought I had leggings on, they was Mike Amiris
Is that a broke bitch? I don't like 'em near me
I just loaded up, finna punch like I'm Tyson Fury
Told LimeLights punch me in
AP'd off a uppercut, finna punch again
I just paid three slips for lunch again
Skrrt-skrrting in a Lamb' truck, I'm like fuck a Benz
Ayy, Stan, I got a play, bro, let's get it in
I was sliding just like hockey, I ain't need a PIN
I was talking to the lord like I ain't wanna sin
But the shit gon' pay the bills, man, I gotta win
Boy, don't knuckle up, I bought a AR
Mister Smith on my fake ID, I ain't JR
Bitch, keep yo clothes on, I just want the face card
If we get caught with that, shh, it ain't ours
Aw shit, I could come through, talk shit, walk drip
Took a loss once but I'm never off, bitch
All bricks, turn 'em in, now just watch me ball, bitch
I'm the chosen one, I ain't lying, that's the fucking truth
Took a lil' jump off the porch, now I jump in coupes
Fell off, bounce back, I'm a bungee jumper, dude
High as hell, got the munchies, yeah, I'm finna punch some food
Aw shit, I could come through, talk shit, walk drip
Took a loss once but I'm never off, bitch
All bricks, turn 'em in, now just watch me ball, bitch
I'm the chosen one, I ain't lying, that's the fucking truth
Took a lil' jump off the porch, now I jump in coupes
Fell off, bounce back, I'm a bungee jumper, dude
High as hell, got the munchies, yeah, I'm finna punch some food
Look, dummy, I'm a scam master
Flip arounder on this bitch, I'll knock his ass backwards
Five hour road trip, I'm floating up to Grand Traverse
Spilling steak sauce on Dior, where's my damn manners?
Wipe a nigga nose then I'm fucking on his bitch
Be a couple months before the Rollie on my wrist
Got some more choppers for the niggas throwing fits
I been running through the hoes like a nigga called a blitz
I'm a big flexer, middle finger to you niggas hating
Catching plays, getting cake, you the nigga caking
Ask what Tr is, you the nigga faking
Going state to state with slides, nigga, what you taking?
You a demon, oh shit, girl, I'm finna nut
My white bitch wanna know if I could punch a butt
She ain't down to do the team then she out of luck
Niggas want beef but be dodging like a fucking truck
Hmm, fee-fi-fo, I'm Balenci stepping
Ten ball on me with a dime, my bitch impressive
Ride around like the task force, we got fifty weapons
I done came Yeezys on a bitch, my kicks reflective
Cooking up with that, feel like Guy Fieri
Bitch thought I had leggings on, they was Mike Amiris
Is that a broke bitch? I don't like 'em near me
I just loaded up, finna punch like I'm Tyson Fury
Told LimeLights punch me in
AP'd off a uppercut, finna punch again
I just paid three slips for lunch again
Skrrt-skrrting in a Lamb' truck, I'm like fuck a Benz
Ayy, Stan, I got a play, bro, let's get it in
I was sliding just like hockey, I ain't need a PIN
I was talking to the lord like I ain't wanna sin
But the shit gon' pay the bills, man, I gotta win
Boy, don't knuckle up, I bought a AR
Mister Smith on my fake ID, I ain't JR
Bitch, keep yo clothes on, I just want the face card
If we get caught with that, shh, it ain't ours
Aw shit, I could come through, talk shit, walk drip
Took a loss once but I'm never off, bitch
All bricks, turn 'em in, now just watch me ball, bitch
I'm the chosen one, I ain't lying, that's the fucking truth
Took a lil' jump off the porch, now I jump in coupes
Fell off, bounce back, I'm a bungee jumper, dude
High as hell, got the munchies, yeah, I'm finna punch some food
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Writer(s): Deundra M. Drakes
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