Bounce Songtext
von Flatbush ZOMBiES

Wow, wow
Wow, wow, uh
Wow, wow, uh

YSL pants with the zippers, yikes!
Met her this evenin′, 'ready 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 Meechy over, I slide in that coochie
Nosedive in that coochie

My dick is big, it should be wearin' a Coogi
I′m in Nice of France
Tie-dyed my lifestyle
Even bleached the pants

Next week Japan
Thom Browne bubble lens, eyes need the tint
Flatbush, Brooklyn, from the County of Kings
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
Fuck it

Let's get back to wylin′
Blood on your Timbs, shoot shoot
Blood at your limbs, tuh tuh
Slugs hit your rims

Ambidextrous, yes, 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 Kool-Ade

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
Throw 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
Real boss 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
Voidin′ the mischief while spending these Benjamins
Surrender 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 show

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 don′t 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 change yo′ life