Bounce

(Woods, the Mighty)

Yo
Yo-Yo..

Verse 1:

That's the way that it unfolds
Out the way, Imma' explode
Got my sixth sense for a sixpence
This sickness is too cold

Yeah, we Cut from a different mold
Never went to no rap school
We just trained ourselves
Baby, make it bounce

Put for sale signs on our souls
So we bound to make it
(Yahh)
This the sound of crazy
(Wahh?)
This my affidavit
I rap amazing
My wolf pack leaving rappers wasted
With a gat to your back we gon' laugh and take it
This game is ours
Yeah gaze in awe as I eat this beat like filet mignon

Bitch raw...

Hook:

I got all these hoes on my dick
I tell em bounce
(Bounce, Bounce, Bounce)
All these dudes on my shit
I tell em bounce
(Bounce, Bounce, Bounce)
Think you fuck with my clique
You better bounce
(Bounce, Bounce, Bounce)
I like my music like my weed
Real loud!

Verse 2:

I got all these hoes on my dick
They say damn Wo- you the shit
I got liquor up in my liver and my dick up in your bitch
You know I'm playing, but really I get her all wet when I'm spitting
I'm sicker, bitch I got the flu
I got it- not you...

I got it like I went and bought it from target while it was on sale
You prolly could tell that I'm hotter than Satan and Hell
I got em all talking-
They calling-
Phone ringing like bells
(Ring, Ring!)
I'm dropping these bread crumbs
Leaving em trails
Bitch give me the crown or I'll take it
Hoe we do not take shits
I'm super amazing
An "S" on my chest better gimme my cape
Shit!
Don't fuck with no fake shit!
Yeah

(Hook)

(Bunten)

D-D-D-Damn!
Got them coming again
And he never pretend that he the best
Cause he know he the shit and fuck all the rest
Clenching the grip
Unloading the clip (Blow)
Right at your tip
Bunten the shit!
Yeah I'm crazy and sick
Spitting like I'm chewing dip

I got a bone to pick with y'all cats
Talk shit and fall the fuck back
Y'all just stepping out of your line
Don't want me stepping out mine
I am outta my mind and bringing the fire
You acting like you in denial
Y'all gon' try fucking with me
You fuck with a beast
And fuckboy I'm off of the leash

(Hook)

Real loud!
Yeah, I got that shit!
Bitch with a fat ass pop that shit!
Drop that shit!
Yeah, rock that shit!
Ass so fat had to crop that shit
She crazy boy, she a freak!
Pop that one time and I'm weak!
Rap to futuristic, I'm back
Head fucked up from smoking loud pack
We ain't the same, boy, what you dumb?
Got me tripping waving that gun
I'm that motherfucker and some
In Good Humor got you like "what?"

(Hook)