Bounce

Name Richie Ricardo, but I don't love Lucy A hundred bad bitches, and half of them is groupies Hop in my 2020 that thing ain't no hoopty Mean swag game these lames so goofy And truthfully, I'm talking shit what you think of that Whatchu see a white boy with his fitted back N***as hate cause I hit the chicks that they couldn't bag Skip class, still got brain feel good to brag Huh, I live the life that you lyin' 'bout You sound like a dying cat what the fuck you whinin' bout Flying out to Italy, specifically in Sicily Sippin on homemade wine while I'm dining out Eating great, stretching my mozzarella Italian mob n***a such a Goodfella Life couldn't look better than it look now So high up, yea I se specks when I look down Paper chasin motive, thoughts that's on my mind Roll up catch a vibe, next up and coming so stand in line Early morning working fighting hours punching time Find me on my grind, rapping in circles and spitting dimes Paper chasin motive, thoughts that's on my mind Roll up catch a vibe, next up and coming so stand in line Early morning working fighting hours punching time Find me on my grind, rapping in circles and spitting dimes It's been a minute, but I'm back Had to take a lap around the track, so when I snap I'm just speaking on the facts Uh, it's my bars and my vocals, the Amazon flow delivery so postal Uh, I keep my evergreen costal, and all my sixteens son muy peligroso But when it comes to the smoke tho These broke bozos either choke or they no-show Figs baby We going in baby Paper chasin motive, thoughts that's on my mind Roll up catch a vibe, next up and coming so stand in line Early morning working fighting hours punching time Find me on my grind, rapping in circles and spitting dimes Paper chasin motive, thoughts that's on my mind Roll up catch a vibe, next up and coming so stand in line Early morning working fighting hours punching time Find me on my grind, rapping in circles and spitting dimes Yea-yea Watch me bounce, grip the mic and pounce Bitch like a cheetah, Smoke an ounce with a diva The rhyme deletah, the wide receiver in the game Now I'm faded Over the shoulder I'm looking Backwoods to Boulder in booking, growing older I'm cooking The pilot ticking on the stove, politicing word to Hov Twenty two twos, like bennys new shoes There's plenty loose screws in the machine I'm hakeem with a dream, know what I mean? Maybe not, but Dons playing with the winning team He's the captain, what's happening it's time for action Get ready, he's aiming steady for the top Blow confetti when he pop, blow the levy at the dock From the pressure he apply, they wonder why he the best Prolly from all the shit he be talking, get to walking leave a mess Fuck around and leave you less Never mind close the case and I digress