Bouncin
Big rubber bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit 'cause I'm bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
Call me bag-head Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money, then I'm bouncin'
I pull up, hop out, I don't pop out
I got the cops out, it's hot out, I got Glocks out
I up this 40 Mayweather, it's a damn knock out
I ain't make it in school, Chief So was a drop out
Something, something, something, I forgot now
I was thinking about the guap then put my guap out
I'm Sosa Ray Charles, you can still get knocked down
It's a parade y'all, all you see is Glock shells
I dress myself, bitch I don't need a stylist
I got my pistol just in case the violence
I think my chopper gay, I pulled him out the closet
I call my chopper Ye 'cause he half went to college
I call my Desert Eagle "Desert Storm" 'cause we be warrin'
I think my Mac wanna be a rapper, we be touring
Like Kobe, Shaq, D. Rose and Butler, we be ballin'
If you talking 'bout some millions, we be on it, ay
Big rubber bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit 'cause I'm bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
Call me bag-head Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money, then I'm bouncin'
I pull up, get that check, then I'm in to win
I got two Glock 40s, them be 20 twins, ay
Don't wanna fuck your bitch, she got a shitty wig
Shot four out the 30, we got 26, ay
Pulled up swagging, know you seeing this
Bitch came to my crib, you know she eatin' this
She can't have her phone, hoes be leaking shit
I'm an anti-ass nigga, I don't speak for shit
Chief so got over totin' llamas
I got a HK caliber, Da Forty
I wasn't good in science but I knew my numbers
I'm ballin', ring ring, tell your bitch stop callin'
Big rubber bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit 'cause I'm bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
Call me bag-head Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin'
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit 'cause I'm bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
Call me bag-head Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money, then I'm bouncin'
I pull up, hop out, I don't pop out
I got the cops out, it's hot out, I got Glocks out
I up this 40 Mayweather, it's a damn knock out
I ain't make it in school, Chief So was a drop out
Something, something, something, I forgot now
I was thinking about the guap then put my guap out
I'm Sosa Ray Charles, you can still get knocked down
It's a parade y'all, all you see is Glock shells
I dress myself, bitch I don't need a stylist
I got my pistol just in case the violence
I think my chopper gay, I pulled him out the closet
I call my chopper Ye 'cause he half went to college
I call my Desert Eagle "Desert Storm" 'cause we be warrin'
I think my Mac wanna be a rapper, we be touring
Like Kobe, Shaq, D. Rose and Butler, we be ballin'
If you talking 'bout some millions, we be on it, ay
Big rubber bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit 'cause I'm bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
Call me bag-head Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money, then I'm bouncin'
I pull up, get that check, then I'm in to win
I got two Glock 40s, them be 20 twins, ay
Don't wanna fuck your bitch, she got a shitty wig
Shot four out the 30, we got 26, ay
Pulled up swagging, know you seeing this
Bitch came to my crib, you know she eatin' this
She can't have her phone, hoes be leaking shit
I'm an anti-ass nigga, I don't speak for shit
Chief so got over totin' llamas
I got a HK caliber, Da Forty
I wasn't good in science but I knew my numbers
I'm ballin', ring ring, tell your bitch stop callin'
Big rubber bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit 'cause I'm bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
Call me bag-head Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin'
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Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Don Paschall
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