"Bounce Out" lyrics
Touch mine we gone have that body by like lunch nigga
Ain't no one on ones up over here bitch we jump niggas
Tell him bring my 50 out, air it out bum nigga
Never'll sell my soul if you fold then it's fuck niggas
Been around the world, seeing lights diamond pearls
Niggas girls, I got gas on me ridin with valero
The dinero, we got plenty of it, yours looking sterile
I could put that on my baby, erythousand coming plural
Let my brodie out and he gon throw the whole fifty
Advise you to slide if you tryna go against me
Nigga we got plenty of them guns leave you shitty
Boys blurp while my heart stop, they ain't frizz me
Dress in off white, nah bae feeling spiffy
Jet fly fully on the road in be risky
I ain't wanna fill him up with holes but he dissed me
If you put a body on my pole you should hit me
Bounce out, hoodie on still focused
Mint hoes, some about em feel bogus
Popping out, 40 tucked still poking
Fucked around your neck talking about you need lotion
Rob who? you might get a stock ten
Only fear is God, niggas I done shot them
Kony vs you, I could bet the chop win
Might've knew you all my life, nigga we is not friends
Jump out wit the hoodie on, still breathing
Some about a glizzy on me make it feel easy
Only scared of God, boy I'm hoping you believe me
Loyal to the bros and my pockets a Luigi
Ten toes, nigga I cannot slip
Why'd I have to blow, nigga I cannot piss
Hope you got a pole, milly rock the stock clip
Oh you got soul nigga you could box this
22 let me loose I'm elusive
Bitch please you on that phone looking stupid
I ain't finna argue with so sleeze I count huchies
Fucking all the hood hoes I feel like lil boosie
Been a player plus I been a mayor hope the zilla fair
You ain't keeping up with us really you should keep it there
Niggas turns squares in the cell we in need of prayer
Old bitch worried about my bitch keep her out my hair
Bounce out, hoodie on still focused
Mint hoes, some about em feel bogus
Popping out, 40 tucked still poking
Fucked around your neck talking about you need lotion
Rob who? you might get a stock ten
Only fear is God, niggas I done shot them
Kony vs you, I could bet the chop win
Might've knew you all my life, nigga we is not friends
Ain't no one on ones up over here bitch we jump niggas
Tell him bring my 50 out, air it out bum nigga
Never'll sell my soul if you fold then it's fuck niggas
Been around the world, seeing lights diamond pearls
Niggas girls, I got gas on me ridin with valero
The dinero, we got plenty of it, yours looking sterile
I could put that on my baby, erythousand coming plural
Let my brodie out and he gon throw the whole fifty
Advise you to slide if you tryna go against me
Nigga we got plenty of them guns leave you shitty
Boys blurp while my heart stop, they ain't frizz me
Dress in off white, nah bae feeling spiffy
Jet fly fully on the road in be risky
I ain't wanna fill him up with holes but he dissed me
If you put a body on my pole you should hit me
Bounce out, hoodie on still focused
Mint hoes, some about em feel bogus
Popping out, 40 tucked still poking
Fucked around your neck talking about you need lotion
Rob who? you might get a stock ten
Only fear is God, niggas I done shot them
Kony vs you, I could bet the chop win
Might've knew you all my life, nigga we is not friends
Jump out wit the hoodie on, still breathing
Some about a glizzy on me make it feel easy
Only scared of God, boy I'm hoping you believe me
Loyal to the bros and my pockets a Luigi
Ten toes, nigga I cannot slip
Why'd I have to blow, nigga I cannot piss
Hope you got a pole, milly rock the stock clip
Oh you got soul nigga you could box this
22 let me loose I'm elusive
Bitch please you on that phone looking stupid
I ain't finna argue with so sleeze I count huchies
Fucking all the hood hoes I feel like lil boosie
Been a player plus I been a mayor hope the zilla fair
You ain't keeping up with us really you should keep it there
Niggas turns squares in the cell we in need of prayer
Old bitch worried about my bitch keep her out my hair
Bounce out, hoodie on still focused
Mint hoes, some about em feel bogus
Popping out, 40 tucked still poking
Fucked around your neck talking about you need lotion
Rob who? you might get a stock ten
Only fear is God, niggas I done shot them
Kony vs you, I could bet the chop win
Might've knew you all my life, nigga we is not friends
