BOUNCE THAT (feat. El Stephens & Triple B)

Follow 0 fans

Jack Arbor

3:35

1 View

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!

Yuh yuh
And I bounce that
Called a dog cuz I bite back
In the club with the homies throwing fat stacks
Fat racks pockets swole like a house cat
Shoes off only toes on the house mat
KY do it B.I.G
Throwing all these parties in the NYC yuh
And your girl know me
Word around the street is that your girl's a freak

Jack Arbor and the misfits
Said I got the talent cuz I really think I'm gifted
Old classmates used to tell me I'm a dipshit
Now they tryna run it back they praying for forgiveness
Nah I don't play that shit
You was only down when I'm like up like this
Now they play my hits
Tryna fire shots but your aim is shit bitch
And she say I'm so handsome
Run around these tracks
Track star play the anthem
Used to wonder what I'm gonna do to build a fandom
Keeping it for real I keep these bitches in tandem
But I guess that's how it is
With the music going big
Everybody want a piece like
Go 'head tell me what it taste like
I don't even reply leave 'em on the decline
Feeling like spiting
Cold bars ice cubes in some ice tea
And I'm feeling like Spike Lee
God damn

Aye it's Young Steezy and I'm back on that king shit
Said she wanna bounce that said she want some freak shit
I be with the gang I ain't switching up my team
Cuz you know how I rock boy you know what I mean aye
I came on the scene they can't hold me I'm untouchable
I really been cold up in the cut just like a Lunchable
You thought she was feeling you?
Thought you was a munchable
I be eating cookies in her bed getting comfortable
I got a foreign at the crib
I ain't talking 'bout no damn car
Niggas tryna rap and they ain't really got no damn bars
He thought he was him told him switch up them pronouns
Acting like a hoe we gon' show you how it go down
Oh that's so tragic
If we talking 'bout bread I'm the whole baguette
I got your chick on my lap I'm a hoe magnet
It's me and gang in this thang it's a whole classic
I ain't gotta say shit cuz you know what I be on
Niggas talking shit boy you know you a feline
I be with the bros pack smelling like Elon
My dogs on my back finna put my whole team on

Yuh and I bounce that
Called a dog cuz I bite back
In the club with the homies throwing fat stacks
Fat racks pockets swole like a house cat
Shoes off only toes on the house mat
KY do it B.I.G
Throwing all these parties in the NYC yuh
And your girl know me
Word around the street is that your girl's a freak

Aye bounce that shit in my face
Building up my bread, tryna put it in a safe
Doing shit legal tryna avoid a fucking case
Oh lord and I send her to the door
Swear she's your girl but I swear she a whore
She be bouncing on my dick like a see-saw (ee-er ee-er)
F*ck her so good got no respawns
Going round like a respawn
And I swear you a lame you should free fall
Hot girl summer and she grab on my balls
I'm the man of my city
So it really ain't my fault
And they all know my name when I'm walking in the mall
And I keep it low key just chilling with my dogs
Got the backing by my team so I'm never gonna lack
With the fame and the money
Yeah bitch I want it all
And I took a couple L's but you know I bounce like that

Bounce that
Called a dog cuz I bite back
Me my niggas in the club throwing fat stacks
Fat racks pockets swole like a house
Shoes off only toes on the house mat
Switch it up with the homies staying in the cut
No swishers only talking fat blunts
Niggas rude
Whole gang like the Brady Bunch
Tell her bounce that ass cuz you know I don't give a f*ck

 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com