Bay Bounce (feat. Mikey More)

Kid Trunks

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    You dig?
    Yeah
    I got (yeah), I got (yeah), I got (yeah), I got (yeah)

    I got one in the head (yeah, yeah)
    That's what I said (yeah, yeah)
    And I know that you be talkin' to the feds, uh-huh (no cap)
    Every word I gotta say, it's a bet, uh-huh (no cap)
    Behind your phone, you isn't hero, I'm a threat, uh-huh (I'm a threat)
    If you speak on my name, it's up, uh
    It's up, it's up, it's stuck, yeah, yeah
    It's up, it's up, it's stuck, yeah
    It's up, it's up, it's stuck, yeah

    I'm the darkest, I'm the farthest
    From the point, don't get me started
    I'm the hardest to employ
    When you see me, cross street, hold your head down to avoid
    Mama been about her bag, daddy been about his coin (shake, shake)
    Walking on cocaine, P.O. wanna probate
    Lady go to dolce, she my lil' soulmate
    Where the real niggas at? I'm one that lay
    I dont' do cash apps, gofundme to donate (ayy, ayy, ayy)
    Beast take bread from the ones who flexin'
    I never told on my mans, didn't block your blessings
    Never fold on a bag, I done learned my lesson
    I never worry 'bout a bitch, it'll keep me stressing, uh (ayy)

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    'Bout blue strips, boy, we been the cool kids (uh)
    You can use my kicks for a new crib (uh)
    I can make the dick give you a new lid (uh)
    Niggas love to play the game, but I ain't lose since (uh)
    She don't like my music, then it's fuck her then, uh
    She ain't let me smash but her mother did, uh
    Bay bounce, baby, but act dumber than, uh
    But I got a pack on me like I'm stunna man, uh

    Got that pack on me like a stunna man
    Feeling like the running man, you're looking like you're bluffing, man
    All that cap, but you ain't on shit, uh-huh
    You want smoke, I'm forty deep in the vip, uh-huh
    Hit your head with a fuckin' hollow tip, uh-huh
    Rip, you talk down, yes, you rip, uh-huh

    It's some kicking in the back, smoking propane
    With a white bitch snorting coke and doing whole things
    I can't remember all the loss or the worst days
    So I pick it up and get it back just like my wordplay
    All my shooters keep that forty on them, uh-huh
    If you need us, we can solve the problem, uh-huh
    Check your background and check your caller, uh-huh
    Check your DNA test, I'm your father, huh

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    Composición: Kid Trunks y Mikey More

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