Bouncin'
Chief Keef
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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 bag-head 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 forty 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 ay 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 bag-head 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 to win I got two Glock forties, them be twenty twins Don't wanna f*ck 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 bag-head 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'
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