Bounce - Intellectual

[Intro: Cody Manson]

Bobby Krea what up?

Luck Of The Irish

Y'all ready?

[Chorus: Cody Manson]

Everybody just bounce

And shake yo ass

Everybody just bounce

And break yo neck

Everybody just bounce

And shake yo ass

Everybody just bounce

And break yo neck

[Post-Chorus: Cody Manson]

This ain't no fucking dance song (uh uh)

It's a take off your pants song (uh huh)

So girl bust out them titties (uh huh)

Ooh yeah, go Janet Jackson

This ain't no fucking dance song (uh uh)

It's a take off your pants song (uh huh)

So girl bust out them titties (uh huh)

Ooh yeah, go Janet Jackson

[Verse 1: Cody Manson]

Everyday I live that Trife Life, I grew up on some grimy shit

Riding around looking for a lick, bumping that Troublesome ‘96

Matter of fact when Pac died I was six

That's the same time I jumped off the porch

I started smoking weed and said "Fuck sports!"

I started catching cases said "Fuck court!"

Probation violation, my P.O. locked me up as a juvenile

Mr. Hooper, you can suck a cock

You'd probably call the cops if you see me now

I'm going senile like a fucking old head

I get up in the pussy like a Kotex

Broke boy pissed 'cause he ain't got no bread

I don't throw shade, bitch, I throw lead

She busting them titties out

I make the bed bounce when I'm in the house

She wanna take pics, don't be silly now

I just want head, she just want the clout

Yeah, I make the putty bouncing suspensions

I'm in love with Lucy in a different dimension

Paper in my mouth, burning on an ounce

Bringing down the house

[Chorus: Cody Manson]

Everybody just bounce

And shake yo ass

Everybody just bounce

And break yo neck

Everybody just bounce

And shake yo ass

Everybody just bounce

And break yo neck

[Post-Chorus: Cody Manson]

This ain't no fucking dance song (uh uh)

It's a take off your pants song (uh huh)

So girl bust out them titties (uh huh)

Ooh yeah, go Janet Jackson

This ain't no fucking dance song (uh uh)

It's a take off your pants song (uh huh)

So girl bust out them titties (uh huh)

Ooh yeah, go Janet Jackson

[Verse 2: Cody Manson]

I'm Willy Wonka when I'm acid pimping

A hood hippie with a twist of wicked

Went legit started my own business

Stacking paper like Dunder Mifflin

Got the key to the game like a locksmith

I rock shows they moshpit

Get ratchet like sockets

I know dope, you not it

[Verse 3: Bobby Krea]

Baby girl (Hey!) When you pass me

Every thought that I was thinking it was nasty

Ain't no point in acting like a bitch and being sassy

I'm classy, baby, I'm trying to smash in the backseat (woo)

Oh you heard of me baby?

Eat the sushi if it's juicy I do dirty things baby (Krea!)

If you wanna touch the beard little pretty thing

Dick here to wet a beach up like a hurricane baby, hey

Run this chart up on your world of ganja

Get to talking cold the frozen tundra

You scared your man gon' know they roll up on us

With team we lock and load the hoes up on us

Bounce! Bounce little mama, bounce little mama

Bounce 'til the swag get to dripping

Bounce we can bounce little mama

Bounce to the house, you can give me neck 'til we get there

Fuck DeRozan, keep it quiet don't be talking bitches

Told her friends she like the cock and dick and some Tekashi shit

And I don't play around with pussy baby blew her body at night

Your friends is in my inbox trying to see if Bobby hit 'em like

Whoa! Whoa! Ho! Ho! You ain't 'bout to sleep at the house

And my dog he asleep on the couch so who on the way? I don't know what to say little bitch

[Chorus: Cody Manson]

Everybody just bounce

And shake yo ass

Everybody just bounce

And break yo neck

Everybody just bounce

And shake yo ass

Everybody just bounce

And break yo neck

[Post-Chorus: Cody Manson]

This ain't no fucking dance song (uh uh)

It's a take off your pants song (uh huh)

So girl bust out them titties (uh huh)

Ooh yeah, go Janet Jackson

This ain't no fucking dance song (uh uh)

It's a take off your pants song (uh huh)

So girl bust out them titties (uh huh)

Ooh yeah, go Janet Jackson