Bunten - Bounce lyrics

(Woods, the Mighty) Yo Yo-Yo.. Verse 1: That's the way that it unfolds Out the way, Imma' explode Got my sixth sense for a sixpence This sickness is too cold Yeah, we Cut from a different mold Never went to no rap school We just trained ourselves Baby, make it bounce Put for sale signs on our souls So we bound to make it (Yahh) This the sound of crazy (Wahh?) This my affidavit I rap amazing My wolf pack leaving rappers wasted With a gat to your back we gon' laugh and take it This game is ours Yeah gaze in awe as I eat this beat like filet mignon b**h raw... Hook: I got all these hoes on my dick I tell em bounce (Bounce, Bounce, Bounce) All these dudes on my sh** I tell em bounce (Bounce, Bounce, Bounce) Think you f** with my clique You better bounce (Bounce, Bounce, Bounce) I like my music like my weed Real loud! Verse 2: I got all these hoes on my dick They say damn Wo- you the sh** I got liquor up in my liver and my dick up in your b**h You know I'm playing, but really I get her all wet when I'm spitting I'm sicker, b**h I got the flu I got it- not you... I got it like I went and bought it from target while it was on sale You prolly could tell that I'm hotter than Satan and Hell I got em all talking- They calling- Phone ringing like bells (Ring, Ring!) I'm dropping these bread crumbs Leaving em trails b**h give me the crown or I'll take it Hoe we do not take sh**s I'm super amazing An "S" on my chest better gimme my cape sh**! Don't f** with no fake sh**! Yeah (Hook) (Bunten) D-D-D-Damn! Got them coming again And he never pretend that he the best Cause he know he the sh** and f** all the rest Clenching the grip Unloading the clip (Blow) Right at your tip Bunten the sh**! Yeah I'm crazy and sick Spitting like I'm chewing dip I got a bone to pick with y'all cats Talk sh** and fall the f** back Y'all just stepping out of your line Don't want me stepping out mine I am outta my mind and bringing the fire You acting like you in denial Y'all gon' try f**ing with me You f** with a beast And f**boy I'm off of the leash (Hook) Real loud! Yeah, I got that sh**! b**h with a fat a** pop that sh**! Drop that sh**! Yeah, rock that sh**! Ass so fat had to crop that sh** She crazy boy, she a freak! Pop that one time and I'm weak! Rap to futuristic, I'm back Head f**ed up from smoking loud pack We ain't the same, boy, what you dumb? Got me tripping waving that gun I'm that motherf**er and some In Good Humor got you like "what?" (Hook)