Bounce

YSL pants with the zippers, yikes

Met her this evenin', already hit it, twice

Tag on your soul, everybody got a price

Acid, acid changed your life

Bape if she hip, Saint Laurent if she bougie

I'm faded like Boosie

She call me Meechy over, I slide in that coochie

Nosedive in that coochie

My dick is big, it should be wearin' a Coogi

I'ma need some friends, tie-dyed my lifestyle

Even bleached the pants, next week Japan

Thom Browne bubble lens, I need the tint

Flatbush, Brooklyn, from the County of Kings, ah

Run up on me like I'm some hippie ****

And die under the knife, Joan Rivers

Ooh, damn, that punchline delivers

Hold up wait a minute, moment of silence

Hmm, fuck it, let's get back to wylin'

Blood on your Timbs, shoot shoot

Blood at your limbs, split at your rims

Ambidextrous, yeah, I shoot with two hands

Even got blood on your friends

I think I just flooded the Benz

Damn it, baby, Meechy's at it again

M-M-Murder, murder, murder

The capital M with two gats in my hand

Everyday a **** wake up, gotta blaze a little chronic

Thank the universe, a blessing, new day, a new dollar

Middle finger to my **** and my bitches two times

Representing for my **** in the hood, there's no ceiling

Sellin', trappin' like a villain, cold

Should've made a killing, go

Finger played with it, yo, **** stay with it

Hate a ****, fade him quicker now

Dum diddy dum, I, I, I, I, I high like the sun

Fetch a frequency, this ain't shit to me

She said she got a friend, then let my **** beat

Meech roll 'em, bust 'em, cannons, wooh

Spliff long looking like a Manson

I'm on acid feeling like the Hamptons

She feeling freaky, beat the pussy like a champion

Young **** but I'm still O.G

Supreme Team like 1993

Triple 6 on my coffin, I dance with the devil

Came back with a vengeance, Christ off the hinges

I'm nice with the spit kid, twice as much vicious

Psycho-active, I'm on a mission

Electric Kool-Aid, make your decision

You want it, I get you

These **** ain't right, they can't write they own shit

But they smile in your face, and they claim they the shit

But to me a disgrace

Trying to keep steps ahead like we running a race

Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make

Free my ****, Lord, made it right today

Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make

Not a thug but **** know how I keep mine

Call her up or quick to throw up the peace sign

Girl, that pussy let me hit it, girl, I gotta get it

Saying she got a feeling, she let a young **** hit it

Back and forth 'cause we smoke them seven grams

Billboard shit I don’t expect you to understand

My performance, dreams at 14

Now I hear them calling two to their seats

Won’t slip away this is serious business

Voided in mischief while spending these Benjamins

Open the potential pussy to me

Brought to you by the ungrateful police

Conscience keep telling me, beautiful melody

Will exhibit if I trip on the L.S.D

Nah, window for money and dro

Some people think I spend money, for sure

Spending show money, flip like aerobics

Components will kill my opponents

I sit on my throne, it's enormous

Composed with the chorus

My karma is good, dog, and y'all need supportin'

My bitch is so gorgeous, I cannot afford

To spend time with her when chasin' these whores

Money, keep countin', she strip like Lance Mountains

My passport is packed, how I travel, astoundin' (Yeah)

Thug Waffle did that

Now we comin' back for the killer contract

Pull up on your pampers, three-man army

Address the bitch **** in a song, call it Palm Trees

Not a fan of you if you ain't ever hug my moms, b

Not a fan of **** that be talkin' where I'm gon' be

Talk a lot of mess, leave you **** out of pocket

Don't talk to me less you talkin' bout a profit

Universe, a blessing, a new day a new dollar

Tag on your soul, everybody got a price

Acid, acid changed your life