Bounce

Wow, wow
 Wow, wow, uh
 Wow, wow, uh
 YSL pants with the zippers, yikes!
 Met her this evenin', 'ready hit it, twice
 Tag on your soul, everybody got a price
 Acid, acid, change yo' life
 Bape if she hip, Saint Laurent if she bougie
 I'm faded like Boosie
 She call Meechy over, I slide in that coochie
 Nosedive in that coochie
 My dick is big, it should be wearin' a Coogi
 I'm in Nice of France
 Tie-dyed my lifestyle
 Even bleached the pants
 Next week Japan
 Thom Browne bubble lens, eyes need the tint
 Flatbush, Brooklyn, from the County of Kings
 Run up on me like I'm some hippie nigga
 And die under the knife, Joan Rivers
 Ooh, damn, that punchline delivers
 Hold up, wait a minute, moment of silence
 Fuck it
 Let's get back to wylin'
 Blood on your Timbs, shoot shoot
 Blood at your limbs, tuh tuh
 Slugs hit your rims
 Ambidextrous, yes, I shoot with two hands
 Even got blood on your friends
 I think I just flooded the Benz
 Damn it, baby, Meechy's at it again
 M-M-Murder, murder, murder
 Capital M with two gats in my hand
 Everyday a nigga wake up, got to blaze a little chronic
 Thank the universe, a blessing, new day, a new dollar
 Middle finger to my niggas and my bitches two times
 Representing for my niggas in the hood it's no ceiling
 Sellin', trappin' like a villain, cold
 Should've made a killing, go
 Finger-played with it, yo
 Nigga stay with it
 Hate a nigga, fade him quicker now
 Dum diddy dum I, I, I, I, I
 High like the sun
 Fetch a frequency, this ain't shit to me
 She said she got a friend, then let my nigga beat
 Meech roll 'em, bust 'em, cannons, wooh
 Spliff long looking like a Manson
 I'm on acid feeling like the Hamptons
 She feeling freaky, beat the pussy like a champion
 Young nigga but I'm still O.G.
 Supreme Team like 1993
 Triple 6 on my coffin, I dance with the devil
 Came back with a vengeance, Christ off the hinges
 I'm nice with the spit kid, twice as much vicious
 Psycho-active, I'm on a mission
 Electric Kool-Ade
 Make your decision
 You want it, I get you
 These niggas ain't right, they can't write they own shit
 But they smile in your face, and they claim they the shit
 But to me a disgrace
 Trying to keep steps ahead like we running a race
 Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make
 Free my niggas lawd, made it right today
 Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make
 Not a thug but niggas know how I keep mine
 Call her up or quick to throw up the peace sign
 Throw that pussy, let me hit it
 Girl, I got to get it
 Saying she got a feeling, she let a young nigga hit it
 Back and forth 'cause we smoke them seven grams
 Real boss shit, I don't expect you to understand
 My performance, dreams at 14
 Now I hear them calling two to their seats
 Won't slip away, this is serious business
 Voidin' the mischief while spending these Benjamins
 Surrender potential pussy to me
 Brought to you by the ungrateful police
 Conscious keep telling me, beautiful melody
 Will exhibit if I trip on the L.S.D.
 Nah, window for money and dro
 Some people think I spend money for show
 Spending show money
 Flip like aerobics
 Components will kill my opponents
 I sit on my throne, it's enormous
 Composed with the chorus
 My karma is good, dog, and don't need supportin'
 My bitch is so gorgeous, I cannot afford
 To spend time with her when chasin' these whores
 Money, keep countin'
 She strip like Lance Mountains
 My passport is packed
 How I travel, astoundin' (yeah)
 Thug Waffle did that
 Now we comin' back for the killer contract
 Pull up on your pampers
 Three man army
 Address the bitch niggas in a song, call it Palm Trees
 Not a fan of you if you ain't ever hug my moms, B
 Not a fan of niggas that be talkin' where I'm gon' be
 Talk a lot of mess, leave you niggas out of pocket
 Don't talkin' to me less you talkin' 'bout a profit
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 Universe a blessing, a new day, a new dollar
 Tag on your soul, everybody got a price
 Acid, acid change yo' life