BOUNCIN' (feat. NLE Choppa)
Look, wait-wait-wait look, look, ayy, ayy
(MC, make another hit) on bro
Project X
Ayy, look, ayy, hold on, look, wait, huh
She throwin' them hips, shit bouncin'
I'm tryna dive in that water, fountain
Know I'm the bandman, money, I'm countin'
I got a freak bitch, she tryna mouth shit
Wait, knowin' I'm bangin' that south shit
She tryna neck up, I call her mouth bitch
Grabbin' her neck while I'm beatin' her pouch in
Tell lil' bro, "Stop goin' for clout shit," ayy
I'm in the party, I'm geeked up, wait
She in the back, tryna eat up, damn
I'm in the lounge and my feet up
Niggas mad 'cause they bitch wanna see us, ayy
Bro pass me the blunt, get bussing
Hit from the back, leg up she fussing
Went on a race to the bag, shit runnin'
Niggas mad, turned somethin' to nothin' (on bro)
Wait, I got new checks, came from shit, I do flex
Shoutout to my lil' bro BBG, know him and Doo next
I told my big brodie, "Chill wit' spinnin'", he should do less
Lil' bro, he gon bring that shit right home in a new 'Vette, ayy
She throwin' them hips, shit bouncin'
I'm tryna dive in that water, fountain
Know I'm the bandman, money, I'm countin'
I got a freak bitch, she tryna mouth shit
Wait, knowin' I'm bangin' that south shit
She tryna neck up, I call her mouth bitch
Grabbin' her neck while I'm beatin' her pouch in
Tell lil' bro, "Stop goin' for clout shit," ayy
What? Huh, tell lil' bro stop what? What?
Tell lil' bro stop, ayy, what?
Tell lil' bro like, look, wait
Tell lil' bro stop goin' for clout
Have lil' bro'nem go in ya' house
He stayy dickridin', name in his mouth
He stayy dickridin', wait, wait
Ta-ta, ta-ta-ta, that bitch is a bop-bop-bop
Bro, he throw like, "Fa-fa-fa"
He hit you in your top-top-top
Lil' bro, what you bangin'? Where you from?
Can't find your blo-blo-block, ayy
Lil' bro he was dissin' 'til he seen me he was sh-, look
What? Lil' brodie ain't know I had big shit
Bro tryna slide and he try hit shit
Bro tryna tap that body, hitstick
Don't got a V, huh, ripstick, wait
What's in her bag? Lipstick, sike
Bitch, that's X Wesson
I know some niggas that's prayyin' on my downfall, lil' bitch keep wishin', ayy
She throwin' them hips, shit bouncin'
I'm tryna dive in that water, fountain
Know I'm the bandman, money, I'm countin'
I got a freak bitch, she tryna mouth shit
Wait, knowin' I'm bangin' that south shit
She tryna neck up, I call her mouth bitch
Grabbin' her neck while I'm beatin' her pouch in
Tell lil' bro, "Stop goin' for clout shit," ayy
If fame gotta change and she's off the slop, you can keep the bitch
Walk down in Christian Lou's on the opps, I'm on some demon shit
Stake out the house, I'm out back, I'm really on some creepin' shit
Layy him down, he couldn't even get up, we oversleepin' bitch
Hop out the car, I'ma do my diddy
Bop out the Glock, bullets stop his livin'
One shot had to stop him from dissin'
Two shots, left his pamper pissin'
Three shots, left a stain, he shitted
Four shots, now his brains missin', ayy
We know he could take those, four shots out the Draco
She throwin' them hips, shit bouncin'
I'm tryna dive in that water, fountain
Know I'm the bandman, money, I'm countin'
I got a freak bitch, she tryna mouth shit
Wait, knowin' I'm bangin' that south shit
She tryna neck up, I call her mouth bitch
Grabbin' her neck while I'm beatin' her pouch in
Tell lil' bro, "Stop goin' for clout shit," ayy
Ayy, on bro, on bro, on bro, on bro
Ayy, what, what let me dive in that, what
Ayy, ayy, let me dive in that, what
Ayy, ayy, let me dive in that, what
Dive in that, ayy, on bro
Look, on bro, on bro, on, ayy
(MC, make another hit) on bro
Project X
Ayy, look, ayy, hold on, look, wait, huh
She throwin' them hips, shit bouncin'
I'm tryna dive in that water, fountain
Know I'm the bandman, money, I'm countin'
I got a freak bitch, she tryna mouth shit
Wait, knowin' I'm bangin' that south shit
She tryna neck up, I call her mouth bitch
Grabbin' her neck while I'm beatin' her pouch in
Tell lil' bro, "Stop goin' for clout shit," ayy
I'm in the party, I'm geeked up, wait
She in the back, tryna eat up, damn
I'm in the lounge and my feet up
Niggas mad 'cause they bitch wanna see us, ayy
Bro pass me the blunt, get bussing
Hit from the back, leg up she fussing
Went on a race to the bag, shit runnin'
Niggas mad, turned somethin' to nothin' (on bro)
Wait, I got new checks, came from shit, I do flex
Shoutout to my lil' bro BBG, know him and Doo next
I told my big brodie, "Chill wit' spinnin'", he should do less
Lil' bro, he gon bring that shit right home in a new 'Vette, ayy
She throwin' them hips, shit bouncin'
I'm tryna dive in that water, fountain
Know I'm the bandman, money, I'm countin'
I got a freak bitch, she tryna mouth shit
Wait, knowin' I'm bangin' that south shit
She tryna neck up, I call her mouth bitch
Grabbin' her neck while I'm beatin' her pouch in
Tell lil' bro, "Stop goin' for clout shit," ayy
What? Huh, tell lil' bro stop what? What?
Tell lil' bro stop, ayy, what?
Tell lil' bro like, look, wait
Tell lil' bro stop goin' for clout
Have lil' bro'nem go in ya' house
He stayy dickridin', name in his mouth
He stayy dickridin', wait, wait
Ta-ta, ta-ta-ta, that bitch is a bop-bop-bop
Bro, he throw like, "Fa-fa-fa"
He hit you in your top-top-top
Lil' bro, what you bangin'? Where you from?
Can't find your blo-blo-block, ayy
Lil' bro he was dissin' 'til he seen me he was sh-, look
What? Lil' brodie ain't know I had big shit
Bro tryna slide and he try hit shit
Bro tryna tap that body, hitstick
Don't got a V, huh, ripstick, wait
What's in her bag? Lipstick, sike
Bitch, that's X Wesson
I know some niggas that's prayyin' on my downfall, lil' bitch keep wishin', ayy
She throwin' them hips, shit bouncin'
I'm tryna dive in that water, fountain
Know I'm the bandman, money, I'm countin'
I got a freak bitch, she tryna mouth shit
Wait, knowin' I'm bangin' that south shit
She tryna neck up, I call her mouth bitch
Grabbin' her neck while I'm beatin' her pouch in
Tell lil' bro, "Stop goin' for clout shit," ayy
If fame gotta change and she's off the slop, you can keep the bitch
Walk down in Christian Lou's on the opps, I'm on some demon shit
Stake out the house, I'm out back, I'm really on some creepin' shit
Layy him down, he couldn't even get up, we oversleepin' bitch
Hop out the car, I'ma do my diddy
Bop out the Glock, bullets stop his livin'
One shot had to stop him from dissin'
Two shots, left his pamper pissin'
Three shots, left a stain, he shitted
Four shots, now his brains missin', ayy
We know he could take those, four shots out the Draco
She throwin' them hips, shit bouncin'
I'm tryna dive in that water, fountain
Know I'm the bandman, money, I'm countin'
I got a freak bitch, she tryna mouth shit
Wait, knowin' I'm bangin' that south shit
She tryna neck up, I call her mouth bitch
Grabbin' her neck while I'm beatin' her pouch in
Tell lil' bro, "Stop goin' for clout shit," ayy
Ayy, on bro, on bro, on bro, on bro
Ayy, what, what let me dive in that, what
Ayy, ayy, let me dive in that, what
Ayy, ayy, let me dive in that, what
Dive in that, ayy, on bro
Look, on bro, on bro, on, ayy
Credits
Writer(s): Mohamed Camara, Bryson Lashun Potts, Siril Pettus
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