Juvenile, Birdman - Bounce Back lyrics

I'm about to bounce back b-bounce bounce back
I'm about to bounce back b-bounce bounce back
Bounce back bounce back b-bounce back
I'm about to bounce back bounce b-bounce back
Bounce back bounce back b-bounce back
I'm about to bounce back b-bounce bounce back
Bounce back bounce back b-bounce back
I'm about bounce back bounce b-bounce back

You ever had corns on your fingers
From squeezing the mack to much
Nigga be rhyming the dice game where
Me and lil wack grew up
Tripping stolen strip cars for a living
Stayed away from home when
Ever they was bitchin
We used to rush the customers for sales
When they pull up in cars
Until undercovers started putting
Us behind bars
Menace to society is all we watch
In the back seat straped with
The throw away Glocks
I got some partners in the
Business never seeing the light
Your people would got ya Cochran
If your cheese be right
You know I've been holding it
Down playa you a dog
I'm a real nigga I ain't gonna
Stop accepting your phone call
I'm a blow and toss a ho for you
Like I'm supposed to do
I'm serious and focused too
You know I'm overdue
The first nigga to park a
Rolls Royce in the bricks
While I fly private jet out
Of town by a bitch


Tryin to be here to see my seeds
When they have they seeds
Long as I breathe ain't nothin in
This world that they can't be
Yeah I done fucked up
Slipped and sniffed that coke
Started tweakin and broke in them
People house next do'
Shot a nigga for smokin rocks
On my mom back porch
Damn near graduated and got on that dope
My, work is an art, I am better than smart
Homey I hustle with a strategy
That's never been taught
I can make the coke flip, I
Can make a ho strip
I can spray the whole clip
I take nothing from no bitch
I got the money in the case, 45 in the waist
Pitbulls in the yard so stay
Away from my gate
Could you believe a nigga feelin
Like he still ain't ate?
Huh, y'all don't understand you
Shoulda seen my plate
Would love to give you some credit
But even you said it
Be serious about your money and right
Now I'm tryin to get it

I'm on a mission lil' daddy
Put this paint on the caddy
Nigga ridin threw the hood and
We blowing on candy
Stay G'd up from my head to my feet
I was raised in the 3rd that's
The heart of the streets
Saw death and crime for the first same time
Them rims on shine just a vision of mine
Put this shit back together cause
I stay on the grind
Nigga know I gets me I stunt all the time
For the dead and the gone
The young and the grown
OG mother fuckers who be getting it on
Niggas stunting and they shining bling
Blingin all the timin
I hold my hood down for
The shit that I'm driving
Nigga thug to death, remember the projects
Juve came back now you bitches upset
Nigga know how we getting it
Cause we getting it on
Keep it coming, keep it getting
Bitch my money is long