Bounce Out Lyrics

Steve-O crowned this beat

Bounce out, I was trappin' at my mom's house

These bitches on me, guess I turned into a dog, now

Hit the strips with the strips like shit finna' ball out

After I get the head from this bitch, I'ma walk out

I've been talkin' slick, I'm finna put a patent on my flows now

You the type of nigga only out when the bro's out

You the type of nigga tuck tail when the ho's out

Niggas really weird, dumped the clip in the whole house

Look, nigga, hang yourself

I put a heart on my heart for the pain I felt

You went and signed a deal and you stuck on a shelf

I got four pockets full, lil' baby, I don't need no help

Hit my whip, I just slid to my bitch crib

I'm trippin' cause the feds showed up on big shit

Slidin' out the door, I can't go, gotta switch whips

I switch whips, next thing you know, I switch chicks

And first off, free the real niggas, down to kill niggas

Really in the field, nigga

If rap don't work, I'm really in the field

Nigga, being hood rich, I want a house in the hills

You so motherfuckin' broke, man, that shit ain't right

Takin' shit back at the counter just because his money tight

I have the whole world pressed over some shit I ain't write

Am I finna, drop this Cuban like shit, I just might

I just might slide up cause I wanna slide in it

I be in and out of traffic, they be tryna slide with me

I'm like, catch me if you can while I'm goin' 150

I need a bitch like you, but my name is not Diddy

I dropped big flipper cause I been a bag flipper

Cash different, get her ass did and make her act different

How the fuck I just start? I already passed, niggas

Only smoke woods, do not pass me a swisher

And my last bitch left, but I really don't miss it

She did me so wrong, now my fuckin' mans hit it

Now I got wraith money, the crib, got some land with it

Five hundred dollar steak and I got the lamb with it

Nigga, hit me on the gram like, are you a fan, nigga

Brody off perc, hop out and fan, niggas

I done seen niggas run, but I never ran, niggas

I got a lil' sauce, took off and ran with it

I done hit some rat hoes, bet I won't go again

All my bitches tens and them bitches comin' with a friend

You not gettin' a verse if you ain't comin' with a ten

I ain't comin' with the bins, get some phones, I'ma win

Gave you boys enough time to slide, now I'm done waitin

Niggas same age as me and broke, why they steady hatin'

I smoke when I'm stressed, but I'm finna start meditatin

That nigga prayed, he got hit, didn't die, I think heaven saved him

Doccy bout a buck, I'm bout a bag and I'm feelin' you

Me and ant, hit shorty on film, classic original

They gon' crown me to goat in my city, no fitted

Put a 50 on my own head, the opps couldn't get me

50 on my own head, my opps couldn't afford me

Bad bitch head trash, I gotta ignore her

You a rookie, how you only pour a line and you steady snorin'

I gotta charter jets, no airports, I'm too important

She said I just want your dick, it's crazy, she ain't even get me up

Like I got a ray gun, you gotta pick me up

Thought this was your hoe, she on my phone tryna hit me up

Nigga, what the fuck

Nigga shoulda kept hoopin', I had a crack jumper

Shit, I mean a wet jumper

Gaslightin' all day, lil' nigga need to crack somethin

I got all the codes, lil' nigga, you ain't crack nothing

Lately I been sleep walkin', my bitch keep callin

If it ain't bout no money, nigga, I can't do no talkin

I done done a lot for niggas, took that charge and I'm still balling

Better bring me all the work or his ass gon' have to call in

Better bring me all the work or his ass gon' have to call in

Nigga, I'm out