Bounce Beat

By Cayan

Released on June 21, 2019

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Ayee

This brand new bounce beat

I might beat my feet

Sheesh

Funnel leaf, break it down I need a sheet

Fuck a beef

N****s know that shit ain't never ever sweet

Boy, chop, gon retreat

We do numbers every week

DCPS, sneaking drogas in my drawers

Say

Posted by the mail, we ain't posted by the mall

Say

Itching at the bank, my shit say going through withdrawals

WikiSearch the strain I told you so you know just who yo

*brrr*

I said reverse skirrt

Like Rihanna, I forgot the work-work

Curse words

Damn your honor, but I know you heard worse

I geetch down all seven every week

Now I can't get no sleep

All that shit I peep out I ain't senile (seen aisle) like a window seat

Franklins, Ben on me

Good ol gang, been on me

Frankly we been pulling strings

Call me Miri Ben Ari

In DC I'm Ben Ali

Goop talking, sleep walking

Stone Cold, skeechie dodging

Rose Gold Steve Austin

Ayee

This brand new bounce beat

I might beat my feet

Sheesh

Funnel leaf, break it down I need a sheet

Fuck a beef

N****s know that shit ain't never ever sweet

Boy, chop, gon retreat

We do numbers every week

Boy stay off that dipper, catch me dipping through your hood

Say

See me in the District I be dripping like I should

Say

Blowing gas up on the Hill, the engine ji like could

You don't even have to hit me first to ask me if I'm

*brrrr*

My face a voucher when I'm outchea

They don't purp they know I'm stamped

Baby you was just a counselor

You was working for the camp

And now your money looking tight

So now you hurt and you got cramps

I got grams I got grams

I might serve em to your gramps

All about my Bradley Beal's

My wiz be repping Caps forreal

Plug talk, hoop talk

Fool my lips be vacuum sealed

In the summer doing numbers

You don't stay down you don't come up

Panorama in the passenger we pull thru Kalorama

Ayee

This brand new bounce beat

I might beat my feet

Sheesh

Funnel leaf, break it down I need a sheet

Fuck a beef

N****s know that shit ain't never ever sweet

Boy, chop, gon retreat

We do numbers every week

I'm in Northeast

Got her clapping to this beat

Say

Sheesh, funnel leaf

Break it down I got the weef

I call Stunna he still trapping

He got quotas for the week

Bitch I do this in my sleep

Counting money like it's sheep

Bitch