Bounce Out
Plug them vacuum seals up turn the stoves on its gelato in this bitch
Fuck that nigga cause he pussys I can't take a hooker serious
Say that bill Ain getting money mane that boy must be delirious
Still rocking george tees I got these monekey niggas curious
Quit that pocket watching nigga you gone meet the cemetery
Evade the pressure score the pack I'm feeling just Like Barry
Man them days getting short where my mama got to worry
That hoe know Ian the father cause I came up watching Maury
That box don't make it nigga don't get discouraged
Aye
Give it all to away to have my niggas back word
Scratch off kiss the curb fuck 12 I'm doing 100 to the burg
Need my money asap knock these packs out just like rocky
Turn this trap shit to a hobby
Dolla jones first they didn't like me now these thot hoes jockin Sike
Niggas know I been popping
Twirl yo wrist a lil header watch it go to locking
Gelato a trending topic
Been hustling my whole life I could never see me stopping
Let that shit sing to them
Ima come back in this mother fucker so crazy like
Yeah
The biggest in this bitch
I spent a ticket on my drip
They waiting on my downfall they hate to see I'm hip
Don't worry what's in my cup just know that ima sip
And if I throw this pill back a Nigga might just reminisce
Don't care bout all that other shit you gone let the team split
Ima bounce out in the city cause they know gelato with it
Put that boy on a fitted this that dale block business
7 grade to them bitch pop a titty now they pop it for a 50
Man I feel just like the realist shit
Damn glizz i don't think they hear me
Nawh for real I don't think them niggas got damn
Understand what finna happen around this bitch
Look
I'm finna go in again on this mother fucker ya heard me
Look look
Free my brother out that pin why they give my nigga ten
Swear my life is full of sin though I'd never stack a ten
Before a nigga run his mouth ima lay down for a bid
I can't sit down with no pig
I'm the only one ain't capping in my lyrics
These niggas funny
Tryna pump a bitch like bad bunny
Never make it in this rap ima still get some money
Man that check keep me hard like the honey
Nigga I'm serious just like ti said ain't shit funny
Fuck that nigga cause he pussys I can't take a hooker serious
Say that bill Ain getting money mane that boy must be delirious
Still rocking george tees I got these monekey niggas curious
Quit that pocket watching nigga you gone meet the cemetery
Evade da pressure score the pack I'm feeling just Like Barry
Man them days getting short where my mama got to worry
Fuck that nigga cause he pussys I can't take a hooker serious
Say that bill Ain getting money mane that boy must be delirious
Still rocking george tees I got these monekey niggas curious
Quit that pocket watching nigga you gone meet the cemetery
Evade the pressure score the pack I'm feeling just Like Barry
Man them days getting short where my mama got to worry
That hoe know Ian the father cause I came up watching Maury
That box don't make it nigga don't get discouraged
Aye
Give it all to away to have my niggas back word
Scratch off kiss the curb fuck 12 I'm doing 100 to the burg
Need my money asap knock these packs out just like rocky
Turn this trap shit to a hobby
Dolla jones first they didn't like me now these thot hoes jockin Sike
Niggas know I been popping
Twirl yo wrist a lil header watch it go to locking
Gelato a trending topic
Been hustling my whole life I could never see me stopping
Let that shit sing to them
Ima come back in this mother fucker so crazy like
Yeah
The biggest in this bitch
I spent a ticket on my drip
They waiting on my downfall they hate to see I'm hip
Don't worry what's in my cup just know that ima sip
And if I throw this pill back a Nigga might just reminisce
Don't care bout all that other shit you gone let the team split
Ima bounce out in the city cause they know gelato with it
Put that boy on a fitted this that dale block business
7 grade to them bitch pop a titty now they pop it for a 50
Man I feel just like the realist shit
Damn glizz i don't think they hear me
Nawh for real I don't think them niggas got damn
Understand what finna happen around this bitch
Look
I'm finna go in again on this mother fucker ya heard me
Look look
Free my brother out that pin why they give my nigga ten
Swear my life is full of sin though I'd never stack a ten
Before a nigga run his mouth ima lay down for a bid
I can't sit down with no pig
I'm the only one ain't capping in my lyrics
These niggas funny
Tryna pump a bitch like bad bunny
Never make it in this rap ima still get some money
Man that check keep me hard like the honey
Nigga I'm serious just like ti said ain't shit funny
Fuck that nigga cause he pussys I can't take a hooker serious
Say that bill Ain getting money mane that boy must be delirious
Still rocking george tees I got these monekey niggas curious
Quit that pocket watching nigga you gone meet the cemetery
Evade da pressure score the pack I'm feeling just Like Barry
Man them days getting short where my mama got to worry
Credits
Writer(s): Dallas Waiters
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