Bounce Out With That Remix

Aye, YBN I need a piece of this shit hold up
Aye gunna, lately I’m fucking everybody’s bitch
Take they little shit then I throw it on my wrist
I’ma, outlaw never played the politics
In the Grammy’s with a gun until they put me on the list
I had, two pop-stars in the same pic
Now they, two pop-stars on the same dick
Ruthless, who’s bitch did I have at Ruth Chris
Eating up two dicks like Twix
Its the young gun, one ton
Suit case full of Ben Franks in the trunk
Double X
Gang in the flesh
Bounce out with the pistol with the Montclair vest
Oh you mad cause I’m styling on you
We eatin' Penne, all Italian on you
Three albums on you
Man you not really with this shits
You don’t wanna go to war with the twenty one six
Bitch I’ma G
Bitch I’ma freak
My bitch bring two bitches bitch that make three, I say
Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit (fuck a nigga shit)
Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique (pass her to the clique,
nigga)
I say, see me, I don’t got no time for no bitch (time for no bitch)
I just get 'em for the bros, I’m just worried 'bout them chips, I’m a, huh
Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (stay wild)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (dog pound)
Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (huh)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (grrah, pow, pow, pow)