The Bounce
N.C. Lyrics


Yea just let it ride
Imma go all way through with it
Aye
I think my last shit was too sick for society I checked myself into a clinic
It's been a few months since I dropped the Variety yea I been gone for a minute
And niggas got questions about my sobriety no I ain't smoking or drinking
How can I remain three moves ahead if I put a cloud on my thinking
Aye I ain't got time to play
Add to the gain or please get the fuck out the way
Took a baddie date
Romantic ass long walk to the bank
I ain't worried about a shank
Got a whole squad with me holding down the flank
Pulled up in the Chevy sun glaring off the paint
Watch me
Bounce
One bank two accounts
All cash large amounts
Fingers dry from the count
Young Brady of the camp
You can call me the goat
Treat ya main chick like a hooper bitch better give it and go
Watch me
Bounce
If yo chick came in my house
Just know she came in my house
That's something you shouldn't doubt
You claim you ain't selling for clout
But your head always under a cap
Always comparing your diamonds to water when yo well been in a drought
Get yo priorities straight
On top of that you niggas can't even rap
I'd rather listen to you take a nap
Jealousy got you talking out ya mouth
Disrespect me and get met with a slap that's open hand like a muff
A closed fist'll prolly turn ya jaw bone to dust
Mud stains on my cuffs you ain't ever seen a smoother nigga raised in the rough
Getting green like salads I slept on them pallets
Reppin west Dallas the island where niggas is full of malice and sipping lean by the Gallon
The challenge is staying balanced
I'm voted King by the ballot sipping success out my chalice
I got the west side jumpin' like fleas
I'm buzzing like bees
No stains on white tees
Yea I come from the dirty but clean up well and business is swell
For niggas who stay talking shit over cells
I'll bring the beef like Kenan and Kel
You gangsta but so quit fire them shells you niggas is frail
And Most of you niggas in gated communities wanna be hood cuz you think that it's cool To be
Then you get hit over foolery now you got somebody close to you reading your eulogy
Damn that's tragic
Yea I had to learn to switch tactics
Cuz the main person who hate you the most used to be a fanatic
Watch me
Bounce
One bank two accounts
All cash large amounts
Fingers dry from the count
Young Brady of the camp
You can call me the goat
Treat ya main chick like a hooper bitch better give it and go
Watch me
Bounce
One bank two accounts
All cash large amounts
Fingers dry from the count
Young Brady of the camp
You can call me the goat
Treat ya main chick like a hooper bitch better give it and go
Watch me
Bounce


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Written by: Thomas Cook Jr

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