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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Paulino
Sam Paulino
Songwriter
Hank Collins
Hank Collins
Songwriter
Caleb Hoh
Caleb Hoh
Songwriter
Jared Fier
Jared Fier
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yay
Aye
Bounce around and shit
Bangarang your shit, yay
Half a thing of that
Half a thing of this, uh
Mix it with the Yak
Go an' send a miss
But when I hit
Guarantee they feel the drip
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mothafuckin' drip
Let it, let it bounce around
I'ma show you what I'm about
¿Qué será?
Bottoms up
Blase blah
Mazel tov
I'ma freak that need a freak
Shut up, let the lawyer speak
Drink the fifth then plead the Fifth
I'ma make yo' speakers bleed
Leave me alone
I get it on my own
Henny to the face
Four shots of Patrón
Cocaine on the sink
Thank God that I'm on
She wanna fuck in the bathroom
We can't wait until we home
I was ridin' on the low key
Lookin for some weed, can't blow this high
Hit brodie for the low key
I don't really do no searchin', I
Keep it tight with circle
Educated like I'm Urkel
'Cause them police come 'round knockin'
Like yo' momma after curfew watch
Bouncin' ain't no new shit
Need a coupe, bitch
Really do this for my city
Television, tune it
OG's askin', "Who's this?"
Tell 'em we the smoothest
99 been the finest if you lookin' up the music
Bounce around and shit
Bangarang your shit, yay
Half a thing of that
Half a thing of this, uh
Mix it with the Yak
Go an' send a miss
But when I hit
Guarantee they feel the drip
Mothafuckin' drip
Bounce around and shit
Bangarang your shit, yay
Half a thing of that
Half a thing of this, uh
Mix it with the Yak
Go an' send a miss
But when I hit
Guarantee they feel the drip
Mothafuckin' drip
Yeah, we can run it, I run it
You run up, get done up
Me and HANKNATIVE in a back of the Hummer
Know I got the hits, I can bang all summer
99 'til the death, on the come up
Leave me be
I want to keep, keep, keep enemies 6 feet deep
We ran on EBT
Free my people, fuck BPD (Aye)
Carry out order for more then they afford
Break the bank in a broke down Ford four door
Bein' honest, I don't care where I end up dawg
All I ever needed was a little grey liquor
Been the drank I pour
Brought blame, who thought
Fuck around and mothafuckers end up on a world tour
That's crazy
Take a picture, let 'em eat
Then they fiend when they leave
(Hey)
But I bet they want more, yay
Penny, penny, penny pinchin'
I get it, get it, get it different
I want it, I want it
You told me that you see the vision
A young **** still independent
So watch how I did it
Sickening, sickening, whippin' a Ford
I do this shit on my own accord
I want more
Look at me better, a young **** still independent
I want that blue face Rollie
And I wanna film a movie
I love everything about it
Bitch, I'm wanna
Keep it movin'
I can't be a deadbeat
All I do is kill beats
I don't want a cellmate
And I don't want your selfie
(Holy shit, that's 99 Neighbors)
Shake it
Shake like this for your retirement
I'ma web sling up on it
Like the cruelest of Spidermen
I'm the rudest aquirement
Ninety nuisance, I'm firin'
Known to never hold back
And fat asses inspire me, please
Sick, sick, sicko mode
Duckin', dodgin' fickle ****
Flick 'em off the pick and roll
Flea flicka, different flow
Penny pinchin'
Switchin residence to keep the vision though
Bitch, I'm grown
Listen and pay attention to underdogs
Bitch, I'm hangin' out the window of the whip
Someone call my momma
She's about to lose a kid
Fuck 'round with them fuck arounds
You fuck 'round, gon' get killed
I'ma go the hardest flow
Retarded on this shit, aye
Bounce around and shit
Bangarang your shit, yay
Half a thing of that
Half a thing of this, uh
Mix it with the Yak
Go an' send a miss
But when I hit
Guarantee they feel the drip
Mothafuckin' drip
Bounce around and shit
Bangarang your shit, yay
Half a thing of that
Half a thing of this, uh
Mix it with the Yak
Go an' send a miss
But when I hit
Guarantee they feel the drip
Mothafuckin' drip
Written by: Caleb Hoh, Hank Collins, Jared Fier, Sam Paulino
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