Brad-Oh Bounce

Lyrics

[Chorus] I'mma make all the money I can, uh-huh I'mma put on for me and my mans And then I'm gon' bounce This is the Brad-Oh Bounce I'mma blow up in Richtown Get about 10 cars to whip 'round And then I'm gon' bounce, bounce, the Brad-Oh Bounce Gon' bounce, bounce, bounce I'm on my way Get outta my way, get outta my way, get outta my way I'm on my way Get outta my way, get outta my way, get outta my way, way-ayy [Verse 1] Lacin' up new kicks, twistin' up goodie If I'm such a dickhead then get up off my woody Promoters know the fans point like "Look it!" Doctor Seuss rhymes, make 'em wanna book me All-black Supras, red [?] Black v-necks and fitted for all occasions Everybody got opinions when you famous If you not saying I'm the greatest, best to watch your language I'm good in my spot though, whattup Pop oh I'mma full package, but you can get the box though Whether I rock fast or rock slow They flippin' off my words as I flip 'em up the tonsils I flow by like cumulo - nimbus! Heh, cumulonimbus! The kush'll set you free, can, I get a witness 30,000 feet up, I need distance, and I need a minute To handle my business [Chorus] I'mma make all the money I can, uh-huh I'mma put on for me and my mans And then I'm gon' bounce This is the Brad-Oh Bounce I'mma blow up in Richtown Get about 10 cars to whip 'round And then I'm gon' bounce, bounce, the Brad-Oh Bounce Gon' bounce, bounce, bounce I'm on my way [Verse 2] The day is full of ups and down, lot of pitfalls One second you toast Cristal, makes you pissed off Spent years underground, next you know it's lift-off The same way I get my chest big on the dip bar Hoes with no shame straight swinging from the zipper They want Rosé but get Four Loko to sip on Said that I would go off, second that I get on Flow give you a tingle like that medicated lip balm Listen chap, I can't be sorry for my ways Frankie Beverly they had me caught up in a maze But I'm the mouse that could, got my cheese, now I'm good Speeding through the crosswalk and planting people on my hood I keep it moving like a foster kid These haters sick, like a momma who just lost a kid Forreal Hip-hop should thank me Coming from the era of the sharpies and Memorex blankies Cold, cold world, we out here without a blankie Just a hoodie on my head and a sock full of stanky These haters like crusty snot on a hanky I toss 'em to the side bro, how could you blame me Thank me now or thank me later Sent my regards to the chef and left a tip and thanked the waiter I thank you for your time and I thank you for your mind That you allow me to invade every time I say a rhyme [Chorus] I'mma make all the money I can, uh-huh I'mma put on for me and my mans And then I'm gon' bounce This is the Brad-Oh Bounce I'mma blow up in Richtown Get about 10 cars to whip 'round And then I'm gon' bounce, bounce, the Brad-Oh Bounce Gon' bounce, bounce, bounce I'm on my way Get outta my way, get outta my way, get outta my way I'm on my way Get outta my way, get outta my way, get outta my way, way-ayy