"Bounty" lyrics

[Loe Shimmy:]
Man, Zombieland, Taliban, man
Pompanolia shit, man, yeah, man
Nigga know what it is, man
I ain't playin' with no nigga
Yeah, man, ayy
(Vince, pull up to the stu', man)
Uh

I'm on 5th Ave, flippin' stones and trees, post up in Soulja Rees
I'm trippin', grippin', booted up out my mind, Glock fallin' down my knees
Get down on your knees, fulfill my wants and needs, tricks up my sleeve
Uh, I got that TEC in here, rappin' gon' take me there, but until then, I keep sellin' these P's
Pocket full of G's, but I'm bangin' Z's
Rap don't work and then it's back to sellin' keys
Never slippin', buy a chopper overseas
Perky got me itchin' just like I got fleas
I got straight Zombieland 'round me, yeah, what's on his head? We gon' collect that bounty
I was so stuck in them trenches and jumpin' them fences, this rappin' shit found me

Them niggas fuck up my energy, they tryna doubt me, don't want 'em around me
How you think I got them racks up? Straight finessing
Spin a bend in SRT, you hear the engine
We in B-more with it, I ain't have to check in
Big ass .308, it's rippin' through intestines
Uh, it's Givenchy denim, nigga play, I send 'em, oh, oh
Booted off of Perkies when I'm divin' in her
Bust down Cuban link, it make it feel like winter
When it's time to murder, I get sentimental
Uh, I'm so gentle with her, don't know I'm a sinner
Skeeted in her, told her it was accidental
Don't give me my flowers or give me no cred', them niggas claim bodies we did
Man, free Baby Six and lil' Cat, we was spinnin' in splats, Cody turned to a pig
Them crackers put a band on my leg, got a bag on my head, I don't know what I did
I'm spinnin' and rappin' and smackin' and trappin', the same time, I'm duckin' the feds

[Kodak Black:]
L.O.E. Shimmy my nigga, I say he a hitter, so don't let them braces fool you
Shot a nigga in Pompano, landed in Cali' already, they think I do Voodoo
I'm rockin' the SG sock with the Yeezy slides, I'm zoolin' as usual
Don't let these bitches use you
Niggas and bitches, they just wanna use you
I kept it goin', uploadin' on YouTube
Bitch, I don't owe you, don't know you, lil' dog
Ain't no leechin', nigga, get you a job
Broke as fuck, I used to sit on the block
Dead broke, I was gettin' impatient
Cash4Gold, I made plenty of changes
Let me hold somethin' or, bitch, I'ma take it
Fuck the opps, I'll drop my location
Bitch better not pull up on me with no pistol
Blackout, hundred rounds, quick shoot, missile
Hundred rounds, ten seconds
Hundred rounds, ten seconds
Hundred rounds, ten seconds
Popped a hundred Percs, nigga
Ten Percs in ten minutes

[Loe Shimmy:]
I'm on 5th Ave, flippin' stones and trees, post up in Soulja Rees
I'm trippin', grippin', booted up out my mind, Glock fallin' down my knees
Get down on your knees, fulfill my wants and needs, tricks up my sleeve
Uh, I got that TEC in here, rappin' gon' take me there, but until then, I keep sellin' these P's
Pocket full of G's, but I'm bangin' Z's
Rap don't work and then it's back to sellin' keys
Never slippin', buy a chopper overseas
Perky got me itchin' just like I got fleas
I got straight Zombieland 'round me, yeah, what's on his head? We gon' collect that bounty
I was so stuck in them trenches and jumpin' them fences, this rappin' shit found me