Chief Keef - Bouncin lyrics
Keith Farrelle Cozart
[Chief Keef - Bouncin lyrics]
Big rubber bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it
I pop it
I talk all this shit 'cause I'm 'bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos
We can get it poppin'
Call me baghead Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin'
I pull up hop out, I don't pop out
I got the cops out, it's hot out
I got Glocks out i up this 40 Mayweather
It's a damn knock out
Mumbles I ain't make it in school
Chief So was a drop out
Something something something, I forgot now
I was thinking about the guap
Then put my guap out i'm Sosa Ray Charles
You can still get knocked down
It's a parade here
All you see is Glock shells
I dress myself, bitch I don't need a stylist
I got my pistol just in case the violence
I think my chopper gay
I pulled him out the closet
I call my chopper Ye' 'cause
He half went to college
I call my desert eagle "Desert
Storm" 'cause we be warrin'
I think my Mac wanna be a rapper
We be touring
Like Kobe, Shaq, DRose and Butler
We be ballin'
If you talking 'bout some millions
We be on it
Big rubber bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it
I pop it
I talk all this shit 'cause I'm 'bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos
We can get it poppin'
Call me baghead Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin'
I pull up
Get that check then I'm in the wind
I got two Glock forties, them be twenty twins
Don't wanna fuck your bitch
She got a shitty wig
Shot four out the thirty, we got twenty-six
Pulled up swagging, know you seeing this
Bitch came to my crib
You know she eatin' this
She can't have her phone
Hoes be leaking shit
I'm an anti-ass nigga, I don't speak for shit
Chief So got over totin' llamas
I got a HK caliber, Da Forty
I wasn't good in science but
I knew my numbers i'm ballin'
Ring ring, tell your bitch stop callin'
Big rubber bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it
I pop it
I talk all this shit 'cause I'm 'bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos
We can get it poppin'
Call me baghead Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin'
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it
I pop it
I talk all this shit 'cause I'm 'bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos
We can get it poppin'
Call me baghead Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin'
I pull up hop out, I don't pop out
I got the cops out, it's hot out
I got Glocks out i up this 40 Mayweather
It's a damn knock out
Mumbles I ain't make it in school
Chief So was a drop out
Something something something, I forgot now
I was thinking about the guap
Then put my guap out i'm Sosa Ray Charles
You can still get knocked down
It's a parade here
All you see is Glock shells
I dress myself, bitch I don't need a stylist
I got my pistol just in case the violence
I think my chopper gay
I pulled him out the closet
I call my chopper Ye' 'cause
He half went to college
I call my desert eagle "Desert
Storm" 'cause we be warrin'
I think my Mac wanna be a rapper
We be touring
Like Kobe, Shaq, DRose and Butler
We be ballin'
If you talking 'bout some millions
We be on it
Big rubber bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it
I pop it
I talk all this shit 'cause I'm 'bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos
We can get it poppin'
Call me baghead Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin'
I pull up
Get that check then I'm in the wind
I got two Glock forties, them be twenty twins
Don't wanna fuck your bitch
She got a shitty wig
Shot four out the thirty, we got twenty-six
Pulled up swagging, know you seeing this
Bitch came to my crib
You know she eatin' this
She can't have her phone
Hoes be leaking shit
I'm an anti-ass nigga, I don't speak for shit
Chief So got over totin' llamas
I got a HK caliber, Da Forty
I wasn't good in science but
I knew my numbers i'm ballin'
Ring ring, tell your bitch stop callin'
Big rubber bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it
I pop it
I talk all this shit 'cause I'm 'bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos
We can get it poppin'
Call me baghead Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin'
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