"Bounce Out Pt. 2" lyrics
It's the broad day shooter, bounce out and get they block hot (Get they block hot)
Real cold nigga, man, what the fuck is a soft spot? (What the fuck?)
Connected around the big homies, somethin' like a hot spot
Some shit up in my pocket that'll make a nigga heart stop (Boom, boom, boom)
The broad day shooter aimin' straight to your medulla (At your head)
We know you a bitch, man, who the fuck is you foolin'? (Who the fuck?)
Nigga stupid, I rap what I live, I really do this
Everything you did at twenty, since a kid, I been through it (Been through it)
I'm a dog-ass nigga, I'll fuck your bitch even if she ugly (I don't give a fuck)
He steady worryin' 'bout a nigga, go get some money
Lately, I been shittin' on these niggas, I need some Huggies
My bitch really think I don't cheat, that bitch a dummy (She a dummy)
Walk-ups, walk-downs, walk-downs, aim at y'all block now (Ha)
You been a bitch, my nigga, don't try to talk now
Go and ask around, we the ones that got them locked down (Uh)
I feed a bitch, you the type to have her locked down (I feed the bitch)
I feed a bitch, my nigga, 'cause I don't need the bitch (I don't need her)
He the type to squeal, my nigga, I'm finna plead the fifth
I finna send him nine shots like he 50 Cent
Mama steady cryin' 'bout my ways, but this the life I live
You only hang with bum niggas, I'm with bosses (Boss niggas)
I don't even check the price tag, fuck what it costin'
I'm born to win, lil' nigga, don't take no losses
You ain't like that, my nigga, stop all that talkin'
All I do is shit-talk, all these niggas pissed off (Pissed off)
I don't do all that barkin', I let this fuckin' stick talk (Bah)
Don't even sweat a bitch, I can let a bitch walk
That nigga probably mad 'cause I served his bitch cock
Gon' ask about the kid, I'm a mad-ass jackin' (I'm a jacker)
Don't want that bitch, my nigga, already had her
We dog your bitch out, that's the reason why her back hurt (Ha)
We know you ain't like that nigga, you just an actor (Uh-uh, you an actor, nigga)
I'm out 5th and Lacey, I'm tryna knock down a lop (Knock a lop)
Stop all that poppin', you been a bitch, nigga, stop (Nigga, what?)
Pop, can't wait 'til a faggot nigga drop (Drop)
If these nigga feelin' froggy, gettin' hit with this chop'
Nigga, I really did this
Tuh, they sound stupid, nigga
Bop
Tuh
Real cold nigga, man, what the fuck is a soft spot? (What the fuck?)
Connected around the big homies, somethin' like a hot spot
Some shit up in my pocket that'll make a nigga heart stop (Boom, boom, boom)
The broad day shooter aimin' straight to your medulla (At your head)
We know you a bitch, man, who the fuck is you foolin'? (Who the fuck?)
Nigga stupid, I rap what I live, I really do this
Everything you did at twenty, since a kid, I been through it (Been through it)
I'm a dog-ass nigga, I'll fuck your bitch even if she ugly (I don't give a fuck)
He steady worryin' 'bout a nigga, go get some money
Lately, I been shittin' on these niggas, I need some Huggies
My bitch really think I don't cheat, that bitch a dummy (She a dummy)
Walk-ups, walk-downs, walk-downs, aim at y'all block now (Ha)
You been a bitch, my nigga, don't try to talk now
Go and ask around, we the ones that got them locked down (Uh)
I feed a bitch, you the type to have her locked down (I feed the bitch)
I feed a bitch, my nigga, 'cause I don't need the bitch (I don't need her)
He the type to squeal, my nigga, I'm finna plead the fifth
I finna send him nine shots like he 50 Cent
Mama steady cryin' 'bout my ways, but this the life I live
You only hang with bum niggas, I'm with bosses (Boss niggas)
I don't even check the price tag, fuck what it costin'
I'm born to win, lil' nigga, don't take no losses
You ain't like that, my nigga, stop all that talkin'
All I do is shit-talk, all these niggas pissed off (Pissed off)
I don't do all that barkin', I let this fuckin' stick talk (Bah)
Don't even sweat a bitch, I can let a bitch walk
That nigga probably mad 'cause I served his bitch cock
Gon' ask about the kid, I'm a mad-ass jackin' (I'm a jacker)
Don't want that bitch, my nigga, already had her
We dog your bitch out, that's the reason why her back hurt (Ha)
We know you ain't like that nigga, you just an actor (Uh-uh, you an actor, nigga)
I'm out 5th and Lacey, I'm tryna knock down a lop (Knock a lop)
Stop all that poppin', you been a bitch, nigga, stop (Nigga, what?)
Pop, can't wait 'til a faggot nigga drop (Drop)
If these nigga feelin' froggy, gettin' hit with this chop'
Nigga, I really did this
Tuh, they sound stupid, nigga
Bop
Tuh
Writer(s): Riley Reinas, Elvis Josue Camacho Calleja
