bounce ft. Apa Lyrics

Yeah, ain't your car, you leased that

What kinda rapper that you know rap over beat tags?

Kicked her out the house, I said it's better just to be friends

I ain't looking for a wife, bae where the freaks at

Bitches so offended when they see they can't play defense

All it takes is one, swear to God I ain't been me since

Watch the ones around you, lot of fake ones try to creep in

You a fucking virgin, all them bitches just a pretense

Bounce to this shit like, bounce to this shit like, bounce

Bounce to this shit like, bounce to this shit like, bounce

Okay, said she got a girlfriend, bitch I'm tryna fuck both of y'all

Get y'all food and take y'all to the room, I'll make a show for y'all

Can't fuck her in no car again

Fucked her in a hotel once so she gon' start a argument

She a high class bitch she mad I nutted on her cardigan

Trackhawk only got room for the family shout out Dominic, these H-Town clubs I'm balling in

Sneak dissing in they verses it's hilarious

Got blues on me, if I gotta dub this shit for Harriet

My bitch she got a 30 weave gon' fuck in any hair she in

I'll write a verse for you to rap then body bag and carry it

I can't even follow my new bitch, you know I hate the Gram

They tryna find the bitches that I'm linking, call me Abraham

She tryna find some loyalty, I told that bitch I ain't the man

A scholar in this wood, this 4.0, bitch we ain't saving grams

Bounce to this shit like, bounce to this shit like, bounce

Bounce to this shit like, bounce to this shit like, bounce

Ten bands at the Chanel store, don't care 'bout no amounts

Apa said that we don't deal in grams, we sell it by the pounds

Bad bitch, she a cougar, she finna pounce

Foreign bitch, look peculiar I up the count

If I take the day off like Ferris Bueller, there'd be a drought

Rollies and Frank Muellers, spread out on the couch

Bitch, don't call me bae, you tweaking out, you not my wife, hoe

Slide a hundred bands, you get your life insured like Geico

Stay too long, gon' need glasses for life, the way this ice glow

Pow, pow, pow, that's a fucking light show

Man, this shit got too hot

Fuck what Kanye said, don't need a good girl, I need two thots

And if we see him, Hit 'Em Up, this shit go Tupac

Handy Manny, keep a pistol in my tool box