Bài hát Bounce Báo Lỗi

YSL pants with the zippers, yikes

Met her this evenin' already hit it, twice

Tag on your soul everybody got a price

Acid, acid, change yo 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

Imma 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 nigga

And die under the knife, Joan Rivers

Ooh, damn, that punchline delivers

Hold up wait a minute, moment of silence

Hm, fuck it

Let's get back to wylin'

Blood on your Timbs, Shoot Shoot

Blood at your limbs, tuh tuh

Split at your rims

Ambidextrous, 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

Capital M with two gats in my hand


Everyday a nigga wake up, got to blaze a little chronic

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

Middle finger to my niggas and my bitches two times

Representing for my niggas in the hood it's no ceiling

Sellin', trappin' like a villain, cold

Should've made a killing, go

Finger played with it, yo

Nigga stay with it

Hate a nigga, 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 KoolAde, make your decision

You want it, I get you

These niggas 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 niggas lawd, made it right today

Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make


Not a thug but niggas 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 got to get it

Saying she got a feeling, she let a young nigga 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

Conscious 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 niggas 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 niggas that be talkin' where I'm gon' be

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

Don't talkin' 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