Metro Boomin - Bounce Back/Where Ya At? (Freestyle) lyrics

Published

0 427 0

Metro Boomin - Bounce Back/Where Ya At? (Freestyle) lyrics

Chorus x 2 Last night smoked an L but today I wrote raps Man, I don't sell d** But my sh** is all crack Knew my sh** was real all the kids be like facts Verse 1 So you can call me shallow call me a**hole I don't really give a f** though Where the cash flow And you know I got her number That's the math yo And I do this in my sleep though This my nap flow Wake up wake up wake up wake up God told me get my cake up You a lame n***a ain't ya Still getting f**ing tape up's Talking bout you a day one And everything you do is A1 You the type to be running your mouthtalking sh** till I come to your house like say what? Oh that's what I thought though Make you lean back Scott storch flow Give her Keith sweat I want her She get theseats wet I'll endorse her And I exercise for endorphins I stomp your face like I'm marching Hut 1 hut 2 b**h I'm the one not you prick How you let that big tall Spanish n***a smack you Who? My dick Chorus x 2 So last night smoked an L but today I wrote raps Man I don't sell d** But my sh** is all crack Knew my sh** was real all the kids be like facts Verse 2: I woke up in beast mode Pockets getting fatter then your chichos Just in case I don't make it this my Jaheim flow Crooked smile at least I brush my f**ing teeth though Toma toma toma toma Chug chugmy semen sopa My hair looking like a mopa (Mapo) Big bolas maricona They sleeping on me like a coma My flow tighter than a goma And I spit sicker than some vomito I look and laugh like ju funny bro I had your girl in a 3 star hotel and put it all in her tummy ohhh I wasn't supposed to say that I'm supposed to act like we go way back I'm the type of n***a to be in the back of the diner yelling out waitress! Skit: Where the f** is my food? (waitress crying) Get your like together boo boo Verse 3 Hold up hold up I f**ed a b**h named April Caught anxiety for no reason So I cut her off the next day She reminded me of tax season Now it's March and May after February I'm k**ing beats where the cemetery? 6 feet yeah that's very scary I skeet skeet then it's sianora I'm berry berry sorry that's your daughter She was screaming duro duro duro Where your a** was at when I was spitting for the hell of it? Where your a** what at when I had planet fitness membership? Where your a** was at when we recorded in thebasement? Where your a** was at when I was singing on some Trey sh**? (Yeup) Cause I needed help see undergrad winter cla**es ain't gon pay themselves Where your a** was at when I was stressing over Tiffany? Where your a** was at when I my a** had an epiphany? Writing in the pad and noticed no one is sick as me (uh) And that's for sure