Lyrics:
simping out
I see em all simping now
Running around gifting out
Trynna get a bitch to bounce
Flow mad
Manna just switch it now
Flow mad
Manna just
retlentess
Want all you women
Like you and yo best friend
They turn off the effen
Lights is to bright
Well I'm making it brighter
Get chu gone by the night
out a cage
Put the lock on the K, so you best to behave
(you don't want it with me boy), cause I'm wild with this gauge
[Hook - 8x]
[Big Tuck]
It's
shoot you with the deer
12 guage right into your legs
Ima make you crawl right out of this place
Ima do something dirty tonight
If I see a hick I'm bout'
on the floor she finna fuck it up
Lets party
12 pack of modelos at the ranch party
Only dolls all foreign exotic barbies
Triple X freaks call'em lil cardi
the rental
Like it's 12th grade prom
They Hit the studio with T
I'm cooking up 8 ball uh huh uh huh
I just cooked up a key
This music moving in the streets,
with it Again
I got 12 on my neck
5 on my wrist
2 in my ear
I'm so Sick wit it
I been in the game since the age of 6
So by the time I'm 20 I'ma be
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
light, catching photons with the mind
Puzzle of the millennium, there's a pyramid inside
When it's time to bounce leave the sculptures behind
Etched in
and the lights go out
And I'm looking back on everything I've lost
Trying to figure out what this life's about
Doubt hit's hard like a 12 gauge
Stuck in the muck
turn it upside down, burn it up
And let it blaze, all I got left is one gauge
I slung all the ones that I brung from the gun
Store, I gotta get at least
I was tryna bust some’ real deal dog, nigga
You ain’t finna pluck none’
, man, his ass got crushed up
12 gauge shotty, man
You know I’m gon’ pump
movin' them hips
The way that it bounce, I really can tell she ain't missin' a meal
She makin' it clap, I know she got standin' ovations a deal, wait
That
like the spring (Bounce)
Dodging shots from my comp
Like I’m Floyd in the ring (Pow)
Fighting my own reflection
Just so i could get the win
Getting it by
turn a friend to foe
But the thought still exists
I'm in my room gettin pissed
I should have 20 inch rims on a V12 Benz, hangin with brand new friends
no more
When Papa walked in I lifted that 12 Gauge up
Damn near couldn't pull the trigger I was shaking so much
I remember the smell of the gun
distributing
I don't like little rocks I fuck with big blocks like Rasputia
I get it for the five finger discount like I be boosting
She jumped back like bounce
Cause now I'm back in business over here on pump 12
Aiyyo makin' my snaps how I can cause I'm strugglin'
All by myself but check it out, yo I've never
??? by the police local papers call this justice I call it murder ??? with a club in his hand ??? I watched you beat my friend to the ground let you
from the ghetto nation
Out on the lawn, ya strip the car down
And you're sippin' corn on the porch
If the neighbors complain, open up the 12-gauge
Shut
yourself this day is 1-1 and 2-2
Is 1 plus 1-2 equals true
Do you need to undo all you now do
Sigh, let's simplify it down to a binder
You can believe
Slurring my speech, I'm talking Dutch
Been drinking since 12, so what?
Last lil bitch didn't want me enough
I bet it's cause I prolly went and talked
you sold me that CD it was fire
Actually brought me to tears
By the way when the next album coming out
When you dropping another album
YoReL man, when
to take my life and that ain't right
So we had a gunfight
Huero and Dreamer backing me up
And we had the 12-Gauge Mausberg shells stacking them up
And it
Discuss these bounce on it by 12 gauge Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In