BOUNCE! ft. JettaSwervo Lyrics

Fucking the bitch in the back of the truck (Yeah, Yeah)

Selling this shit, now they call me the plug (Okay, Okay)

She acting crazy, that bitch got a bug

Slap that bitch, It's a G.I. Jane joke (Aye)

Hit from the back, cause the bitch had cake though

I'll slap that ass, but get out my face hoe (Grrt)

This shit going stupid, this shit going crazy

I dunked on the bitch, like im Trace McGrady (Yuh)

My rhymes so fire, I'm related to Jay-Z

Rap all day, but get a lil' lazy

Aye, It do not phase me

I'm feeling I'm hazy, I'm feeling amazing

Dots on my head, so many, I'm pacing

Doing the dash, then smokin' the gas

I do not attempt, unlike these rats

Swinging yo' bitch, if I'm like a mac

Ain' gon' cap, Ion' like yo' rap

I'm in the stu', and we speakin' all facts

Getting the cash, yeah I'm gettin' a bag

Point to the bag, then collecting a stack

Tryna' put all the boys on the map

"Are you tired?", Yes, I never relax

Feelin' my head, running these laps

Pushin' the gas to the max

Choppa so loud, that it sound like a cat

Based in the whip, like I'm riding a scat

I walk in the room and they ready to clap

I walk in the room, they ain't ready for that

Hating on us, but you lookin' all sad

Comin' up first, when I was just last

Got my machete, I'm ready to slash

Lookin' down, boy, you lookin' so mad

Got my glasses, and I'm lookin' so rad

Settin' me up, no I'm not with all that

Settin' me up, boy, you settin' me back

Fucking the bitch in the back of the truck (Yeah, Yeah)

Selling this shit, now they call me the plug (Okay, Okay)

She acting crazy, that bitch got a bug

Slap that bitch, It's a G.I. Jane joke (Aye)

Hit from the back, cause the bitch had cake though

I'll slap that ass, but get out my face hoe (Grrt)

This shit going stupid, this shit going crazy

I dunked on the bitch, like im Trace McGrady (Yuh)

My rhymes so fire, I'm related to Jay-Z

Rap all day, but get a lil' lazy

Stay lazy bitch, said fuck up a lunch

Not gon' cap, I am a munch

Nah, fuck you, bitch, you ain't my type

Not fallin' for you, you ain't Ice Spice

Fuck this whisper shit

I'm always on some different shit

I'm always on some different shit

I'm always up like, fuck you, bitch

Nah, I didn't mean it

Me and my boys get straight to the beamin'

The moment I pull up, you know that we leanin'

Bring two girls, we double teaming

I fucked your bitch, but we are not even

The moment you pull up, you know that we leavin'

Grah, Go crazy bitch

My bitch get naked, naked, naked, naked

Saw that, went "Gyatt"

You gotta shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

Don't fuck with me

Yo, why you faking, faking, faking, faking

My glock go pow

Like, Like, Pow

No lame shit, No fake shit

Hop on the beam, and I'm going insane

I know people that would change for the fame

Stay over there, I'mma stay in my lane

I'm a rapper, but not the same

Took him under, but he changed the game

"Oh, what is this? You is changing the lane?"

Aye, JettaSwervo, you know who it is

Looking at a bitch, like she is a hit or a miss

I'm with the beat and I'm finishing it

Fuck do you mean you ain't fucking with this

Me and my boys, we finna get rich

Who gives a fuck if I'm famous for it

I already told you, "I'm in the mix"

If you fuck with us, go listen to it