Bounce - Flatbush Zombies

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 your life...???

I'm faded like???

She call Meechy over, I slide in that coochie

Nosedive in that coochie

My dick is big, it should be wearin' a Coogie

Imma need some friends

Tied down, my lifestyle

Even bleached the pants

Next week Japan???

Flatbush, Brooklyn, from the County of Kings, ah

Run up on me like I'm some hippie, nigga???

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??????

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, I'm 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 a???

Dum diddy dumb

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 Gamptons

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 this picket, twice as much vicious

Psych-active, I'm on a mission

Electric Kool-aide, 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 stuff in hand like you 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???

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,??? for money and dro

Some people think I spend money, for sure

Spend us your money

Flip like a Rolex

Components will kill my opponents

I sit on my throne, it's enormous

Composed with the???

My karma is good, dog, and y'all need supportin'

My bitch is so gorgeous, I cannot afford

Juice spend time with her when chasin' these whores

Money, keep countin'

She strip like??? 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

Don't talkin' to me less you talkin' bout a profit