Tulio Jones ft. Southeast J.Mitch Lyrics

Bounce

Bounce

Bounce

Hands on the wheel

Both hands on the wheel hoe

Hands on the wheel

Both hands on the wheel hoe

Bounce

Fuck comin' in peace

I flame a beat like the Carolina heat

Summer breeze smoked up all of my trees

I hit the plug that's the second this week

I'm ballin' like Kyrie Irvin in the finals

My drip be designer and I got a stylist

Turn shit into gold I'm feelin' like I'm Midas

The tightest, flow cold like Tennessee no Titan

Attack it

I ain't got time to be passive

Aggressive my style while I'm smashin

Hit it then pass it, off to da gang

Rollin up doubies that's two to the face

True to the team

I ain't gon' change for shit

McLovin the life that I live

Superbad bitches gettin' on my nerves

If they ain't beneficial kick em' to the curb

She think I'm the worst

You wouldn't be the first bitch

I told you ass this shit was dangerous

But you would still try to come and play games and shit like, no baby

Can't help myself no no no

I'm so used to bein lonely

Bitches only hit my phone for dick and marijuana only

I can't hold no conversation

If it ain't bout no fuckin money

And I hold in all of my feelings but Ty say that's gon' kill me slowly

All twenty-five-eight I've been workin

I ain't had no time to focus

Body tellin' me to take a break but this music shit way more important

I got two, hands on the wheel hope I don't crash it

Doin' twenty past eighty I'm gassin'

Leavin' all of you bitches way back when

I had two, hands on the wheel clutchin' the gas and fuck would I need breaks

All I need is time, bitch I don't have a minute to waste

So I got two

Been locked in tryna elevate

Life is hard, gotta keep your faith

Life too short like I live in the bay

Paid minimum wage, my boss duckin the fade

Stayin' at my mama house I extended my stay

Sleepin' on my mama couch got me stuck in a phase

Tryna keep from fallin' off so I can finish this race

Got me lost in the maze, my life feelin' delayed

Everytime I ask for help, got me feelin' ashamed

It's my fault I ain't make it, so I'm taking the blame

My pockets stayed gettin fat, only cause of loose change

My bus pass ain't work, so I snuck on the train

Throw trash, throw dirt, and talk bad on my name

I can't lie it did hurt but I never complain

You was last, now you first, there's a reason for pain

It has to really get worst so you can fuck up the game

Never gave a fuck about a fuck nigga

Fuck 'bout a bitch if my pockets ain't up nigga

Don't give a fuck who you are or who you was nigga

Talkin' out yo neck gone get you hit up with the slugs nigga

Posted in the trenches and I'm really with the thug niggas

Never had to bang cause that's never who I was nigga

They gon' let it sang if you ever tried to fuck with us

We can throw some hands if you really try to knuck with us

Ask em

Chasin' all my dreams, now I'm looking right at em

'Member dozin off sleepin all up in them classrooms

Takin' all them test and I never did pass em

Tell them all my dreams and they tried to make me crash em

Remember they was laughing

Sayin I was actin

Thought they had my back but nah they back stabbin

Thinkin' I should quit but nah that can't happen

Thinkin' i should quit but nah that can't happen, nigga

I got two, hands on the wheel hope I don't crash it

Doin' twenty past eighty I'm gassin

Leavin' all of you bitches way back when

I had two, hands on the wheel clutchin' the gas and fuck would I need breaks

All I need is time, bitch I don't have a minute to waste

So I got two, hands on the wheel, hands on the wheel

Yeah I got two, hands on the wheel, hands on the wheel

Yeah I got two, hands on the wheel hope I don't crash it

Fuck would I need breaks

All I need is time, and I don't have a minute to waste