Boucing Back (feat. MoonQue) - Trvce

Don't run Don't don't trip Spin the twos and I'm letting off three Catch an opp And watch how He freezes huh Don't run 'cause I got a beam Smoking jbop Got hit In his bean How ya didn't get Back for ya team Stop rapping ya Niggas is feens Jacking Six ya know Were we what Jacking Six ya Know were we Be uh i'm smoking on Lotti One One With me he totting on hottie Like why ya dissing on bro Like we ain't spin Shit let shit go Bad bitch with me She totting a poll Watch how i flock that what Watch how i flock that hoe Watch how Watch how i flock that Im off the wock Niggas move wock So im upping this poll Dmurda my brotha Im letting shit go nigga Like im letting shit go Gang Gang Grah Grah Grah Grah Lets get to the action Up on the live and He chatten on me And my guyz He aint dropping no addy Dont go out like shh Yea you know three and o Spin 10 toes feel the kick On the pedal shots to his Ribs let him taste em The metal yeah I'm tired of the bluff And the chit-chat chedda Hop out backdoor I ain't switch up ever Yaya my brother i ain't Leaving no witness Back two back hits you Would of thought it was tennis So you think that you Lining my sixo never Spinning on bway he think That he clever He spot on the a one way He stop at the light givenchy He gets to the stepping If i dont got chop put the Beats on em Dropping that six that Your ticket to death He was with his mans When he saw His last breath That's sixo That's sixo gang Sixblock Mob ties Spin the twos and I'm letting off three Catch an opp and Watch how huh Don't run 'cause I got a beam Smoking jbop got Hit in his bean How ya didn't get Back for ya team Stop rapping ya Niggas is feens Jacking Six ya know Were we what Jacking Six ya know Were we be uh Spin the twos and I'm letting off three Catch an opp and watch How he freezes huh Don't run 'cause i got a beam Smoking jbop got Hit in his bean How ya didn't get back For ya team stop rapping Ya niggas is feens jacking Six ya know were we what Jacking Six ya know Were we be uh

I'm treatin' the trap like a Winnebago And I'm feelin' like Huncho's my alter ego Nothin but neck when I'm at the free throw Nothin' but facts when I'm on the beat Rendezvous, I got stopped on the interstate A pound of Biscotti, that's personal I guess some people just can't relate Information, I can't correlate Clowns on the net and they're talkin' breeze Quincy knows Huncho just bags and freezes Used to hit up roulette, lost a couple G's Invested some money in couple gibs All these racks coming big like a rack of ribs There's no common sense 'cause they lack a bit My plug is Pierre and I'm Lacazette Early morning, I sell fresh baguettes I bought my mother some new baguettes But she ain't proud when I do the most Let me raise up my glass, I'ma make a toast Let me raise up my glass, I'ma make a speech Let me tell you that money can marry you The face on the note, yeah, it's still a bitch I sit down and think that I'm not content I get tempted and I flip a brick Can't get drawn out, yeah, that's what they wishin' for Police focused, yeah, that's what they wishin' for Sittin' catching some Leave the studio, I got another one I'm tryna make all, smoking all the dope When I look at these baggies it give me hope When I look at the studio, it give me hope, uh My everyday car is a car that I used to rent I know we rappin' right now but we used to be movie men Heard there's a brick or a crop in that yard so I'm moving it Six racks on the wap, I just put it in Lucy's bag Yeah, baguetties, machetes, the MAC it will ring like confetti Holding my dick on her pussy, she said she ain't ready Fucked a bad white girl, her name was Betty (Betty) Hammer time, sauna Seven pound on petrol for Four racks on (Brrr) Mind out Lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out Off the top of the dome (Yeah, yeah) OT for weeks, mum said "When you coming home?" Yeah a dog is loyal if you give a dog a bone Took that bitch in the backseat, tinted car, gave her a bone Yeah, I can make you moan Fly you Paris or Rome I don't answer private call on my phone So much stress in my dome Tell them jakes leave me alone Murder gang, no facade, not guilty, that's gang (Brrr) There ain't a wap in the U.K. that you can get that we ain't handled In the AirBnB, no kickin', wiping the side with a flannel We get less time when the shotguns dismantle I got the wrist on rose So much ice round my nose, yeah I put my bricks on the stove I put my dick in her throat, yeah I order my bricks on the phone Wake up my nigga, he know (Yeah, yeah) My nigga, we never admit We never admit we involved (Uh) Cup full of codeine, I just sip on this cup, let my problems fly Spent thousands of nights in the bando, it play with my head and I wonder why I'm just landin' I be walkin' around, I be blendin' in Superdry How you think I Chanaynay your feet I was sellin' them things now I'm super fly Girl, you fly, yeah Wrist on ice, yeah, yeah Girl, you fly, yeah Let me know why, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)