Bounce by The Lord (Rapper) Lyrics
Yo
Step in walkin’ on beat
Sperry Top-Sider on my feet
Subaru on my keys
Harman Kardon speakers that beat
And I blew one, but
Not the way he blew me (ugh)
I got stung by the man o’war
But at least I’m up on the beach
He asked me for my number
He gotta wait his turn in line
Gotta pivot on a doofus
Like a turn in a line
I told him that I’m good
Bute keep sayin’ I’m fine
That was a metaphor in case
Y’all ain’t get that line (ugh)
(Fantom)
Issa lot
Can you handle this, or nah?
Cuz I ain't fuckin 'round
With no bum nigga
Who can’t keep no job
Oh…
Can you handle a drop?
I bang dubstep a lot
I go to them festivals every summer
A couple of tabs I drop (ugh)
Aloe plant on my table
And I’m wired like cable
And I’m tired of y’all lyin’ on me
Y’all tell stories like fables (ugh)
They’ll never be stable
They’re still on the nipple, in cradles
My credit score is so good
I just copped a free month of cable (ugh)
I got it on lock
Like what you put on a bagel
In the car screamin, "FUCK COPS!"
While my skin lookin’ so hazel (ugh)
They’ll never be able
To perfect their flow like me
That’s why I’ll never fuck wit a nigga
That’s rappin’ on a whack beat (ugh)
Brawlin’ wit Mav
Then we link Steven in, too
They are both my niggas
They are white
But it is cool
A dip in the pool
Have photoshoots in it, too
Sayin, "Girl, you be killin 'em
You look Fabolous, boo!"
I ain’t got time for ya
Like ya Rollie that’s tickin’
But you say it’s real
It don’t tick if it’s real
I ain’t got time for ya
Like ya Rollie that’s tickin’
But you say it’s real
It don’t tick if it’s real
I ain’t got time for ya
Like ya Rollie that’s tickin’
But you say it’s real
It don’t tick if it’s real
I ain’t got time for ya
Like ya Rollie that’s tickin’
But you say it’s real
It don’t tick if it’s real
Step in walkin’ on beat
Sperry Top-Sider on my feet
Subaru on my keys
Harman Kardon speakers that beat
And I blew one, but
Not the way he blew me (ugh)
I got stung by the man o’war
But at least I’m up on the beach
He asked me for my number
He gotta wait his turn in line
Gotta pivot on a doofus
Like a turn in a line
I told him that I’m good
Bute keep sayin’ I’m fine
That was a metaphor in case
Y’all ain’t get that line (ugh)
(Fantom)
Issa lot
Can you handle this, or nah?
Cuz I ain't fuckin 'round
With no bum nigga
Who can’t keep no job
Oh…
Can you handle a drop?
I bang dubstep a lot
I go to them festivals every summer
A couple of tabs I drop (ugh)
Aloe plant on my table
And I’m wired like cable
And I’m tired of y’all lyin’ on me
Y’all tell stories like fables (ugh)
They’ll never be stable
They’re still on the nipple, in cradles
My credit score is so good
I just copped a free month of cable (ugh)
I got it on lock
Like what you put on a bagel
In the car screamin, "FUCK COPS!"
While my skin lookin’ so hazel (ugh)
They’ll never be able
To perfect their flow like me
That’s why I’ll never fuck wit a nigga
That’s rappin’ on a whack beat (ugh)
Brawlin’ wit Mav
Then we link Steven in, too
They are both my niggas
They are white
But it is cool
A dip in the pool
Have photoshoots in it, too
Sayin, "Girl, you be killin 'em
You look Fabolous, boo!"
I ain’t got time for ya
Like ya Rollie that’s tickin’
But you say it’s real
It don’t tick if it’s real
I ain’t got time for ya
Like ya Rollie that’s tickin’
But you say it’s real
It don’t tick if it’s real
I ain’t got time for ya
Like ya Rollie that’s tickin’
But you say it’s real
It don’t tick if it’s real
I ain’t got time for ya
Like ya Rollie that’s tickin’
But you say it’s real
It don’t tick if it’s real