"Bounce Out" lyrics
(feat. Conradfrmdaaves & TruCarr)
(Deuce make it slap)
Big body Benz, big Balenciaga's on
I'll bounce out and rob a nigga, I believe in dollars
Got no limit when it's time to get it
Gotta get it, get it how you live
Solve the problem fuck another nigga problem
Let him solve his own business, shouldn't be scrimmaging
Only into to gettin it gettin it gettin it infinite
Ain't rollin wit no whinny niggas, niggas feminine
I'm really really BoutaBag fuck a business
Nigga, fuck a business
Get rich, gang shit, Imma sit in it
Fuck a business
Get rich, gang shit, Imma sit in it
Aye bitch I got no chill
Bussdown I got no deal
Big drill hoe, Ion need no pill
Everybody for fake but we for real
I got money, I got drugs, I got stacks hoe
If I'm down bad I'm runnin through a backdoor
Niggas rappin like they have it, they don't have it though
If you speakin on the gang watch yo back hoe
7.62's, .45's I pack those
D04's on my momma I slap those
.57 to your head if you act bold
And I be lookin like a rapper but I trap though
Mosho on the keyboard
I let bitches go, Ion keep whores
I be crashin Masi's, I'm on speed mode
Strip a nigga for his shit like I'm Deebo
Big body Benz, big Balenciaga's on
I'll bounce out and rob a nigga, I believe in dollars
Got no limit when it's time to get it
Gotta get it, get it how you live
Solve the problem fuck another nigga problem
Let him solve his own business, shouldn't be scrimmaging
Only into to gettin it gettin it gettin it infinite
Ain't rollin wit no whinny niggas, niggas feminine
I'm really really BoutaBag fuck a business
Nigga, fuck a business
Get rich, gang shit, Imma sit in it
Fuck a business
Get rich, gang shit, Imma sit in it
Big bank, put my niggas on that's a big plate
How the fuck you fly, walk around and your bitch ain't
Which way, I just turn it cold then a bitch skate
I could fuck around and turn your bad day to a good day
[?]
Imma cut em off, why? If they, don't benefit
Keep it a hunnid witchu I ain't gone lie, I ain't feelin it
All these niggas hoes, these niggas feminine
Don't come fuck around with my folk that's my kin and them
Always gotta keep a pole in my deni-nim
If you know me then you know I'm bout my m&m's
All blue hunnids, I could do sum
(Put it on yo head!)
Fuck a business
Get rich, gang shit, Imma sit in it
Fuck a business
Get rich, gang shit, Imma sit in it
Fuck a business
Get rich, gang shit, Imma sit in it
Fuck a business
Get rich, gang shit, Imma sit in it
Big body Benz, big Balenciaga's on
I'll bounce out and rob a nigga, I believe in dollars
Got no limit when it's time to get it
Gotta get it, get it how you live
Solve the problem fuck another nigga problem
Let him solve his own business, shouldn't be scrimmaging
Only into to gettin it gettin it gettin it infinite
Ain't rollin wit no whinny niggas, niggas feminine
I'm really really BoutaBag fuck a business
Nigga, fuck a business
Get rich, gang shit, Imma sit in it
Fuck a business
Get rich, gang shit, Imma sit in it
Aye bitch I got no chill
Bussdown I got no deal
Big drill hoe, Ion need no pill
Everybody for fake but we for real
I got money, I got drugs, I got stacks hoe
If I'm down bad I'm runnin through a backdoor
Niggas rappin like they have it, they don't have it though
If you speakin on the gang watch yo back hoe
7.62's, .45's I pack those
D04's on my momma I slap those
.57 to your head if you act bold
And I be lookin like a rapper but I trap though
Mosho on the keyboard
I let bitches go, Ion keep whores
I be crashin Masi's, I'm on speed mode
Strip a nigga for his shit like I'm Deebo
Big body Benz, big Balenciaga's on
I'll bounce out and rob a nigga, I believe in dollars
Got no limit when it's time to get it
Gotta get it, get it how you live
Solve the problem fuck another nigga problem
Let him solve his own business, shouldn't be scrimmaging
Only into to gettin it gettin it gettin it infinite
Ain't rollin wit no whinny niggas, niggas feminine
I'm really really BoutaBag fuck a business
Nigga, fuck a business
Get rich, gang shit, Imma sit in it
Fuck a business
Get rich, gang shit, Imma sit in it
Big bank, put my niggas on that's a big plate
How the fuck you fly, walk around and your bitch ain't
Which way, I just turn it cold then a bitch skate
I could fuck around and turn your bad day to a good day
[?]
Imma cut em off, why? If they, don't benefit
Keep it a hunnid witchu I ain't gone lie, I ain't feelin it
All these niggas hoes, these niggas feminine
Don't come fuck around with my folk that's my kin and them
Always gotta keep a pole in my deni-nim
If you know me then you know I'm bout my m&m's
All blue hunnids, I could do sum
(Put it on yo head!)
Fuck a business
Get rich, gang shit, Imma sit in it
Fuck a business
Get rich, gang shit, Imma sit in it
Fuck a business
Get rich, gang shit, Imma sit in it
Fuck a business
Get rich, gang shit, Imma sit in it
