Bungee Jumping

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Chorus: BabyTron] Aw shit, I could come through, talk shit, walk drip Took a loss once but I'm never off, bitch All bricks, turn 'em in, now just watch me ball, bitch I'm the chosen one, I ain't lying, that's the fucking truth Took a lil' jump off the porch, now I jump in coupes Fell off, bounce back, I'm a bungee jumper, dude High as hell, got the munchies, yeah, I'm finna punch some food [Verse 1: BabyTron] Look, dummy, I'm a scam master Flip arounder on this bitch, I'll knock his ass backwards Five hour road trip, I'm floating up to Grand Traverse Spilling steak sauce on Dior, where's my damn manners? [Verse 2: TrDee] Wipe a nigga nose then I'm fucking on his bitch Be a couple months before the Rollie on my wrist Got some more choppеrs for the niggas throwing fits I been running through the hoes likе a nigga called a blitz I'm a big flexer, middle finger to you niggas hating Catching plays, getting cake, you the nigga caking Ask what Tr is, you the nigga faking Going state to state with slides, nigga, what you taking? You a demon, oh shit, girl, I'm finna nut My white bitch wanna know if I could punch a butt She ain't down to do the team then she out of luck Niggas want beef but be dodging like a fucking truck [Verse 3: StanWill] Hmm, fee-fi-fo, I'm Balenci stepping Ten ball on me with a dime, my bitch impressive Ride around like the task force, we got fifty weapons I done came Yeezys on a bitch, my kicks reflective Cooking up with that, feel like Guy Fieri Bitch thought I had leggings on, they was Mike Amiris Is that a broke bitch? I don't like 'em near me I just loaded up, finna punch like I'm Tyson Fury Told [?] punch me in AP'd off a uppercut, finna punch again I just paid three slips for lunch again Skrrt-skrrting in a Lamb' truck, I'm like fuck a Benz [Verse 4: TrDee] Ayy, Stan, I got a play, bro, let's get it in I was sliding just like hockey, I ain't need a PIN I was talking to the lord like I ain't wanna sin But the shit gon' pay the bills, man, I gotta win [Verse 5: StanWill] Boy, don't knuckle up, I bought a AR Mister Smith on my fake ID, I ain't JR Bitch, keep yo clothes on, I just want the face card If we get caught with that, shh, it ain't ours [Chorus: BabyTron] Aw shit, I could come through, talk shit, walk drip Took a loss once but I'm never off, bitch All bricks, turn 'em in, now just watch me ball, bitch I'm the chosen one, I ain't lying, that's the fucking truth Took a lil' jump off the porch, now I jump in coupes Fell off, bounce back, I'm a bungee jumper, dude High as hell, got the munchies, yeah, I'm finna punch some food