Bounce Songtext
von Thizz Latin

Yeah, uh, this for my gangstas man
C′mon, it's your boy man
Yo Mondo, hip hop, all real
C′mon, bounce with me, Dream Team, nigga
C'mon

I crawl through, 27 inches under the truck
40 Inch chain sittin' nice over the gut
I′m all in it, got the whole city feelin′ the kid
Buggy got six jet black on them big boy rims
Yeah that's me, bring your man, I stretch him out
All that slickness′ll have him with a gun in his mouth
I'm airin′ 'em out, I′m the reason why the clubs is packed
No security guards on me, nine be on me yo
Dimes be on me, yeah she want me, no

She in love with the Jacob stones and so
She really think she finna ride in the Magnum
She ain't gettin' nothin′ but long pipe with a magnum
Everybody know the kid′s in here, yeah

Put your hands up if you feelin' this here, yeah


Fuck Chris, we off Belvedere, yeah
This for my gangstas and my bitches, yeah, c′mon

I came to make you bounce, c'mon, c′mon
I came to make you bounce, yeah, c'mon
Bounce, all my gangstas
Bounce, yeah, all my bitches
C′mon, I came to make you bounce, c'mon
I came to make you bounce, c'mon
Bounce, all my gangstas
Bounce, yeah, all my bitches

Everybody know the G is where the team is at

Got my Nightingale jersey on, the squad is back
Now lean back, pull up your pants and bounce with me
At the bar takin′ double shots of ′Cardi and Remy
I'm oh so hood, ain′t nobody fuckin' with us

Watchin′ 106 & Park in the back of the truck


700 Channel satellite on top of the truck
Ain't nobody from the 209 hotter than us
This all real, what you thought it was, Hostyle Drama?
Nah nigga, it′s the Dream Team, R.L. family
Put your guns up, let a couple of shots off
Reload, let a couple more shots off
You dudes know me, 15 in the mag, brick in the stash
200 Rounds in the drum of the Tommy, try me
I don't think you wanna go there with me
Turn that mug into a smile dog and go and bounce with me, c'mon

I came to make you bounce, c′mon, c′mon
I came to make you bounce, yeah, c'mon
Bounce, all my gangstas
Bounce, yeah, all my bitches
C′mon, I came to make you bounce, c'mon
I came to make you bounce, c′mon
Bounce, all my gangstas
Bounce, all my bitches

I ain't playin′ no more, it's time to get serious B
Let 'em know who the hardest be
I want that 745 by a dog on the meanest rims
Hop out, icy Jayco with the cleanest Timbs
You gotta be kiddin′ me, half of these rap cats is wack
Beats bang ′cause D and 'Tique producin′ they tracks

Other than that, I ain't feelin′ nothin' they sayin′
This ain't a game so I'm not playin′
And I don′t care if you don't like me, the kid ain′t here for that
I wanna get what y'all ain′t gettin', a platinum plaque
Money in stacks, house on the hill with a safe
Kids out back with jet skis swimmin′ in lakes
I watch you cats from the sideline, decided to wait

Now these hoes wanna taste me like Welch's grape
I'm on fire this time around, no time for playin′

Got ′em givin' what they want ′cause the game is waitin', c′mon

I came to make you bounce, c'mon, c′mon
I came to make you bounce, yeah, c'mon
Bounce, all my gangstas
Bounce, yeah, all my bitches
C'mon, I came to make you bounce, c′mon
I came to make you bounce, c′mon
Bounce, all my gangstas
Bounce, all my bitches