Bounce - Lucille Crew

I was a good boy, Cause i cover my dirt

Star, ever a boss

Cause I be serving dat work

Only ambrosia be the smell of my purp

Idi — a Raunchy cat

He a hell of a jerk

Weakness for short shirts

Vag squirts till My ball sack hurts

Lap dance With a naughty twerk

She was tweaking on lean

While I hustled green for the green

Singing biggie: «it was all a dream»

Caught in a sceam For more — Grinding this whore

Steamed off an ounce

Then the cops knocked at the door

Sure for the count

Beast Rushing on my score

Heard 50 shout

And it was time to be out

So i bounce

I’m a grown man

But whispers never stop

They always name drop

When I billboard hot

No shame in the limelight

On Top, primrose

So I take my pose, Pause, freeze on the spot

Got game On the heavy bass

They call it fame when you regulate

So if u lame bitch Get it straight

And if u fake hate Snakes ain’t mates For the cake

Yeah its heart ache that never brakes the doubt

From a gram to an ounce

Bankroll

That’s the money that i count

And when I’m out

I bounce (MotherFucker)

So it’s east west

North south

From the mansion

To the trap house

Back entrance

Through the front route

Scouts honor

Most devout

Fuck ya bitch pout

Since they hate like a

Ex spouse

Strict on that dumbout

Going all out

Lil stout said air them out

Heat most paramount

The fiends scream in the street bout drought

When ballers

Bargain with clout

King of the hill

With the throne on the mount