Ta¢tika! - BOUNCE! (feat. JettaSwervo)
Fucking the bitch in the back of the truck (Yeah, Yeah)Selling this shit, now they call me the plug (Okay, Okay)
She acting crazy, that bitch got a bug
Slap that bitch, It's a G.I. Jane joke (Aye)
Hit from the back, cause the bitch had cake though
I'll slap that ass, but get out my face hoe (Grrt)
This shit going stupid, this shit going crazy
I dunked on the bitch, like im Trace McGrady (Yuh)
My rhymes so fire, I'm related to Jay-Z
Rap all day, but get a lil' lazy
Aye, It do not phase me
I'm feeling I'm hazy, I'm feeling amazing
Dots on my head, so many, I'm pacing
Doing the dash, then smokin' the gas
I do not attempt, unlike these rats
Swinging yo' bitch, if I'm like a mac
Ain' gon' cap, Ion' like yo' rap
I'm in the stu', and we speakin' all facts
Getting the cash, yeah I'm gettin' a bag
Point to the bag, then collecting a stack
Tryna' put all the boys on the map
"Are you tired?", Yes, I never relax
Feelin' my head, running these laps
Pushin' the gas to the max
Choppa so loud, that it sound like a cat
Based in the whip, like I'm riding a scat
I walk in the room and they ready to clap
I walk in the room, they ain't ready for that
Hating on us, but you lookin' all sad
Comin' up first, when I was just last
Got my machete, I'm ready to slash
Lookin' down, boy, you lookin' so mad
Got my glasses, and I'm lookin' so rad
Settin' me up, no I'm not with all that
Settin' me up, boy, you settin' me back
Fucking the bitch in the back of the truck (Yeah, Yeah)
Selling this shit, now they call me the plug (Okay, Okay)
She acting crazy, that bitch got a bug
Slap that bitch, It's a G.I. Jane joke (Aye)
Hit from the back, cause the bitch had cake though
I'll slap that ass, but get out my face hoe (Grrt)
This shit going stupid, this shit going crazy
I dunked on the bitch, like im Trace McGrady (Yuh)
My rhymes so fire, I'm related to Jay-Z
Rap all day, but get a lil' lazy
Stay lazy bitch, said fuck up a lunch
Not gon' cap, I am a munch
Nah, fuck you, bitch, you ain't my type
Not fallin' for you, you ain't Ice Spice
Fuck this whisper shit
I'm always on some different shit
I'm always on some different shit
I'm always up like, fuck you, bitch
Nah, I didn't mean it
Me and my boys get straight to the beamin'
The moment I pull up, you know that we leanin'
Bring two girls, we double teaming
I fucked your bitch, but we are not even
The moment you pull up, you know that we leavin'
Grah, Go crazy bitch
My bitch get naked, naked, naked, naked
Saw that, went "Gyatt"
You gotta shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Don't fuck with me
Yo, why you faking, faking, faking, faking
My glock go pow
Like, Like, Pow
No lame shit, No fake shit
Hop on the beam, and I'm going insane
I know people that would change for the fame
Stay over there, I'mma stay in my lane
I'm a rapper, but not the same
Took him under, but he changed the game
"Oh, what is this? You is changing the lane?"
Aye, JettaSwervo, you know who it is
Looking at a bitch, like she is a hit or a miss
I'm with the beat and I'm finishing it
Fuck do you mean you ain't fucking with this
Me and my boys, we finna get rich
Who gives a fuck if I'm famous for it
I already told you, "I'm in the mix"
If you fuck with us, go listen to it
Written by:
Ayden Valdivieso
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