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Bounce
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Bounce

Rittz, Twista

Lyrics

Superstar, man I'm far from an average Joe, supernatural

Stepping out, looking like I'm in a fashion show

Came into this industry and now you're witnessing me blow up

Like seeing a tank of gas explode

And I'm, I'm high like a flight I'm sitting back of coach

By the window sipping Jack and Cokes

'Bout to pack a bowl but we ain't tryna bake a casserole

Looking at the globe from up high, shots fired

Like Kennedy was riding by the Grassy Knoll

I ain't rich but I got a little cash to blow

And haters saying that I'm changing

I be looking at them laughing like they cracked a joke

They wasn't with me when I traveled down this gravel road

GC, I could never have my pass revoked

So step up and you a dead duck

Get your head bust, looking like a chef just cracked a yolk

Speakers in the Cadi' rattling the patio

When the industry was only rocking platinum gold

I was dope back then, but you had the whole

Shit locked until I came in and cracked the code

And I don't, I don't really mean to brag and boast

But then again, my fans look at me as the G.O.A.T

She said she listen to my music in the bath and soak

Now that's a rap to quote, hop in my 'Lac and float

Take a puff and it's up and away we go

Put some pimp shit on my radio and bounce, bounce, ah

Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest

Run it back to the south, and bounce, out

With my homie Tony footwork

Up at Kalamazoo, balling out up in the mall

We don't bounce 'til we spend a couple thousand on shoes

I'm repping clientele, how can I lose, you out of the loop

These music dudes are clueless who I was

'Til I blew, producing woohs and oohs and ahs

I'm the truth, but you confuse the use of pride

I refuse to lose, been booed and crucified

Disapprove the movement, crews get brutalized

Or these pooches choose to bite, get euthanized

I'm the new, the who, but soon gets neutralized

Twenty twos are huge, my shoes are supersized

I don't cruise, my music boom, it's stupid loud

Bumping 8 Ball & MJG, from the outside looking in

I'm sitting on top of the world, but then again I kind of been lately

Cause I pull up in my Cadillac, my speakers got that rattle back

I'm flashin metal when I was attacked by

A couple pretty bitches that was begging me to pick em up

And take em in and fuck em from the back side

But I ain't got no time to fuck around, I'm tryna buckle down

And focus on my money, so I stack my

Paper to the ceiling, I'm feeling like a billion

I'm filling up my cup with that crown and bounce out

Take a puff and it's up and away we go

Put some pimp shit on my radio and bounce, bounce, ah

Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest

Run it back to the south, and bounce, out

Smoking wood, then I'm gone

So far that you can't even see me through the eyes of a telescope

Diamonds on my body, split a pill while jottin' down my feelins'

Acting like it was the realest shit I ever wrote

Mental telepathy is part of the recipe

That let me know that you want it

I'm giving it to you how you like it

Biology of a pimp, it be in the DNA

To know what you thinking

I'm speaking to you like a psychic

Lil mama know she lovin it so don't try to fight it

I can make your life so appealing by the way I write it

Make it so she the only shawty I know

On Forgiatos, don't hit no potholes

I roll up one and light it

On the passenger side of a ride

Like a player, I'm a be up in the cut talking the big shit

Strange Music, we be the misfits

Come and twist Rittz, tisk tisk, cause you gon get your shit split

Middle of the map and nigga finna snap

And let em know the area continue to kill em forever, we on

Better be strong to live in the city I come from

And if you ain't fucking with it then let it be known

And we can either talk about it or be about it

Me I'd rather sit back and blow an ounce

When I hear something like this up on the radio

All a nigga can do is just bounce

Take a puff and it's up and away we go

Put some pimp shit on my radio and bounce, bounce, ah

Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest

Run it back to the south, and bounce, out

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