Ybn Nahmir - Bounce Out With That (remix) lyrics

Gang) Lately been on that f** a n***a sh** (f** a n***a sh**) Take a n***a b**h and then I pa** her to the clique (grrah, pow, pow, pow) I say, see me, I don't got no time for no b**h (time for no b**h) I just get 'em for the bros, I'm just worried 'bout them chips, I'm a, ayy Shot call, lil n***a, I'ma stay wild (huh, huh) Hot n***a, I belong in a dog pound ('long in a dog pound) Shot call, lil n***a, I'ma stay wild (b**h) Hot n***a, I belong in a dog pound (grrah, pow, pow, pow) f** a b**h and then I put it in a b**h throat (b**h throat) Never give a b**h yo' phone, that's a no-no (hell nah) Off tops, new chain and my wrist froze (on the gang) Loaded up, still bouncin' with that .44 (huh) f** a b**h and then I put it in a b**h throat (b**h throat) Never give a b**h yo' phone, that's a no-no (hell nah) Off tops, new chain, and my wrist froze (huh) Loaded up, still bouncin' with that .44 (huh) Stop it, n***as knowin' that I drop sh** (I drop sh**) Get popped quick 'cause them n***as that you rock with (rock with) Like Jay said, b**h I gotta keep a chopstick (grrah) Big stick, I bounce out with that mop stick (grrah, pow, pow, pow) These n***as talkin', watch I pull up in that f**in' Hemi (skrrt) Tote automatics so I pa** my lil bro the semi (on the gang) I'ma rock this lil b**h 'til that tank empty (huh) I'ma still blow that b**h 'til the clip empty (ayy, gang) b**h I'm a P (what), b**h I'm a G (huh) Took that lil b**h now that b**h off the leash (ayy, ayy, ayy, gang) Lately been on that f** a n***a sh** (f** a n***a sh**) Take a n***a b**h and then I pa** her to the clique (pa** her to the clique, n***a) I say, see me, I don't got no time for no b**h (time for no b**h) I just get 'em for the bros, I'm just worried 'bout them chips, I'm a, huh Shot call, lil n***a, I'ma stay wild (stay wild) Hot n***a, I belong in a dog pound (dog pound) Shot call, lil n***a, I'ma stay wild (huh) Hot n***a, I belong in a dog pound (grrah, pow, pow, pow) Aye, YBN I need a piece of this sh** hold up Aye gunna, lately I'm f**ing everybody's b**h Take they little sh** 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 b**h 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 sh**s You don't wanna go to war with the twenty one six b**h I'ma G b**h I'ma freak My b**h bring two b**hes b**h that make three, I say Lately been on that f** a n***a sh** (f** a n***a sh**) Take a n***a b**h and then I pa** her to the clique (pa** her to the clique, n***a) I say, see me, I don't got no time for no b**h (time for no b**h) I just get 'em for the bros, I'm just worried 'bout them chips, I'm a, huh Shot call, lil n***a, I'ma stay wild (stay wild) Hot n***a, I belong in a dog pound (dog pound) Shot call, lil n***a, I'ma stay wild (huh) Hot n***a, I belong in a dog pound (grrah, pow, pow, pow)