Bounce Bacc

Yeah, Keshawn got the fire beat, motherfucker

Aye, lil mama threw it back, we gon' run up a sack
Holding up some bands, got a whole lotta that
And my brotha' lose a case, we gon' bounce right back
Holding on the choppa got a SK in the back
With that 40 on me, I ain't worry 'bout a thing
My young niggas swerve when we started switching lanes
Running up that bag, we ain't worry 'bout the fame
MKF, Bandkids in the motherfucking gangs

Hop up in the 'Rari, young nigga, love flexing
Looking at you, like bitch, who you impressin'?
I'm wit' MKF, so you better learn your lesson
I put a .22, just like a Smith & Wesson
Got a whole lotta bands, now I'm balling
Last year got dissed, but I bounce back like Spalding
Just left the south end, go perform in Austin
Last year left Seattle, got a coupe, just always flossing
Baby at my crib, so you know just how I do
And I might fuck yo' best friend right after you
And I never give a fuck if you ask what I'ma do
And I'm laughing at you 'cause you soft like Hi-Chew (Lil' bitch)

Aye, lil mama threw it back, we gon' run up a sack
Holding up some bands, got a whole lotta that
And my brotha' lose a case, we gon' bounce right back
Holding on the choppa, got a SK in the back
With that 40 on me, I ain't worry 'bout a thing
My young niggas swerve when we started switching lanes
Running up that bag, we ain't worry 'bout the fame
MKF, Bandkids in the motherfucking gangs

Lewie, I'm really on my shit
On some I told you shit
I've been focused lately, baby, how you ain't notice this
Me and Mosey in the cut, rise up, rolling up
MKF and that's the gang, kush, we going up
Shawty I came right out the mud, you gotta show me sum'
Had it 'cause I'm suckin niggas up tryna help me up
Fuck the opposition, they can't help us love
Imma blow you, right above me, you 'prolly sipping mud
I'm just shining wit my bands, get a bustdown
They hating 'till I pull that BM 'Doub truck round
I told my bro he got a bag when he touch down
Young niggas come up from nun', watch how we come now
Aye, feeling like that nigga you can't touch him
Nigga, I don't want that kiss, 'cause she a dub, I'm not a dumb nigga
You can't touch, young nigga, aye, we rolling up

Aye, lil mama threw it back, we gon' run up a sack
Holding up some bands, got a whole lotta that
And my brotha' lose a case, we gon' bounce right back
Holding on the choppa, got a SK in the back
With that 40 on me, I ain't worry 'bout a thing
My young niggas swerve when we started switching lanes
Running up that bag, we ain't worry 'bout the fame
MKF, Bandkids in the motherfucking gangs