Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bouncin, artist - Chief Keef. Album song Bang 3, Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: FilmOn
Song language: English
Bouncin |
| Big rubber bands, I be poppin' |
| I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it |
| I talk all this shit '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 |
| 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, bitch 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 fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it |
| I talk all this shit '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 the wind |
| I got two Glock forties, them be twenty twins |
| Don’t wanna fuck your bitch, she got a shitty wig |
| Shot four out the thirty, we got twenty-six |
| Pulled up swagging, know you seeing this |
| Bitch came to my crib, you know she eatin' this |
| She can’t have her phone, hoes be leaking shit |
| I’m an anti-ass nigga, I don’t speak for shit |
| 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 bitch stop callin' |
| Big rubber bands, I be poppin' |
| I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it |
| I talk all this shit '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' |