Chief Keef

Chief Keef - Bouncin lyrics

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Big rubber bands, I be poppin'

I up this f**king 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 f**king 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**k 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 f**king 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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