Bounce Bacc - Lewie

Aye, lil mama threw it back, we gon' run up a sack

Holdin' up some bands, got a whole lotta that

And my brotha' lose a case, we gon' bounce right back

Holdin' on the choppa got a SK in the back

With that 40 on me, I ain’t worry 'bout a thing

My young niggas swerve when we started switchin' lanes

Runnin' up that bag, we ain’t worry 'bout the fame

MKF, Bandkids in the motherfuckin' gangs

Hop up in the 'Rari, young nigga, love flexin'

Lookin' at you, like bitch, who you impressin'?

I’m wit' MKF, so you better learn your lesson

I put a .22, just like a Smith & Wesson

Got a whole lotta bands, now I’m ballin'

Last year got dissed, but I bounce back like Spalding

Just left the south end, go perform in Austin

Last year left Seattle, got a coupe, just always flossin'

Baby at my crib, so you know just how I do

And I might fuck yo' best friend right after you

And I never give a fuck if you ask what I’ma do

And I’m laughin' at you 'cause you soft like Hi-Chew (Lil' bitch)

Aye, lil mama threw it back, we gon' run up a sack

Holdin' up some bands, got a whole lotta that

And my brotha' lose a case, we gon' bounce right back

Holdin' on the choppa, got a SK in the back

With that 40 on me, I ain’t worry 'bout a thing

My young niggas swerve when we started switchin' lanes

Runnin' up that bag, we ain’t worry 'bout the fame

MKF, Bandkids in the motherfuckin' gangs

Lewie, I’m really on my shit

On some I told you shit

I’ve been focused lately, baby, how you ain’t notice this

Me and Mosey in the cut, rise up, rollin' up

MKF and that’s the gang, kush, we goin' up

Shawty I came right out the mud, you gotta show me sum'

Had it 'cause I’m suckin niggas up tryna help me up

Fuck the opposition, they can’t help us love

Imma blow you, right above me, you 'prolly sippin' mud

I’m just shinin' wit my bands, get a bustdown

They hatin' 'till I pull that BM 'Doub truck round

I told my bro he got a bag when he touch down

Young niggas come up from nun', watch how we come now

Aye, feelin' like that nigga you can’t touch him

Nigga, I don’t want that kiss, 'cause she a dub, I’m not a dumb nigga

You can’t touch, young nigga, aye, we rollin' up

Aye, lil mama threw it back, we gon' run up a sack

Holdin' up some bands, got a whole lotta that

And my brotha' lose a case, we gon' bounce right back

Holdin' on the choppa, got a SK in the back

With that 40 on me, I ain’t worry 'bout a thing

My young niggas swerve when we started switchin' lanes

Runnin' up that bag, we ain’t worry 'bout the fame

MKF, Bandkids in the motherfuckin' gangs