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Bouncin (Explicit)

Chief Keef18 Sep 2015

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Bouncin - Chief Keef

Big rubber bands I be poppin'

 

I up this f**king pistol then I cock it I pop it

I talk all this sh*t cause I'm bout it

 

You want beef I got Criscos we can get it poppin'

Call me baghead Milonakis

 

All I get is bags all I get is money

 

Smoking big Backwoods of that funky

 

I pull up get that money then I'm bouncin

 

I pull up hop out I don't pop out

I got the cops out it's hot out I got Glocks out

I up this 40 Mayweather it's a damn knock out

 

*Mumbles* I ain't make it in school Chief So was a drop out

Something something something I forgot now

 

I was thinking about the guap then put my guap out

I'm Sosa Ray Charles you can still get knocked down

It's a parade here all you see is Glock shells

 

I dress myself b**ch I don't need a stylist

 

I got my pistol just in case the violence

I think my chopper gay I pulled him out the closet

I call my chopper Ye' cause' he half went to college

I call my desert eagle "Desert Storm cause we be warrin'

I think my Mac wanna be a rapper we be touring

Like Kobe Shaq D Rose and Butler we be ballin'

 

If you talking bout some millions we be on it

 

Big rubber bands I be poppin'

 

I up this f**king pistol then I cock it I pop it

I talk all this sh*t cause I'm bout it

You want beef I got Criscos we can get it poppin'

 

Call me baghead Milonakis

 

All I get is bags all I get is money

 

Smoking big Backwoods of that funky

 

I pull up get that money then I'm bouncin

 

I pull up get that check then I'm in to win

 

I got two Glock forties them be twenty twins

Don't wanna f**k your b**ch she got a shitty wig

 

Shot four out the thirty we got twenty-six

 

Pulled up swagging know you seeing this

 

B**ch came to my crib you know she eatin' this

 

She can't have her phone hoes be leaking sh*t

 

I'm an anti-a** ni**a I don't speak for sh*t

 

Chief So got over totin' llamas

 

I got a HK caliber Da Forty

I wasn't good in science but I knew my numbers

 

I'm ballin'

Ring ring tell your b**ch stop callin'

Big rubber bands I be poppin'

 

I up this f**king pistol then I cock it I pop it

I talk all this sh*t cause I'm bout it

You want beef I got Criscos we can get it poppin'

Call me baghead Milonakis

 

All I get is bags all I get is money

 

Smoking big Backwoods of that funky

 

I pull up get that money then I'm bouncin