Flatbush Zombies - Bounce lyrics

Woah woah woah woah huh
Woah woah huh

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 me 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
Hm, 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, 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
Numb 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 OG
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 LSD
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