[Chorus: Whitney Peyton]
They feeling my bounce
They feeling my bounce
They feeling my bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
They feeling my bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
They feeling my
Yeah, they like the way you dress, you walk, your style, but bitch, they feeling my bounce
They feeling my bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bitch, they feeling my bounce, they feeling my bounce
[Verse 1: Whitney Peyton]
Don't got the swagger, Prada bags, na
Model face and all of that, na
Won't fake the interest in basic bitches
Whitney simpley not part of that
These broads hot, I otta laugh
Been on the [?] like starter caps
I been on the field like I started facts
I'm that new new bitch, you artifacts
My autograph's on your girlfriend's tits
To nail this shit, I don't need french tips
Sink or swim, I got real friendships
How you make it off of mumbling? Real question
I ain't gotta talk about it, I can be about it
We can see about it, everytime I come round round round
I got people hold me down down down
[?] make them [?]
The it factor make the clowns freeze
That's a glitch factor, it's about steeze
I be moving mountains for a minute, so you thinking I was kidding
I can do it with the crowd? Please
You have these things, like platnom chains
Half a brain's twice as lame
I can't complain, I'm half insane
The indostry's looking like a fucking game show
Walk into the party looking like a rainbow
Walk into the party looking hella strange, yo
I don't really go with the grane
The hoes are the same
Do it for the frickin peysos
Fuck it, we don't need them
Got the people getting loud
When I'm on the stage, I'm making everybody bounce
[Chorus: Whitney Peyton]
They feeling my bounce
They feeling my bounce
They feeling my bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
They feeling my bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
They feeling my
Yeah, they like the way you dress, you walk, your style, but bitch, they feeling my bounce
They feeling my bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bitch, they feeling my bounce, they feeling my bounce
[Verse 2: Underrated]
W.P. hit me up on her Facebook, she was like "I need a 16"
So I laced her, grown marajuana player, not a gangster
Something like a hippy and a pimp getting paper
Turn the music up, make it bump for your neighbor
Don't be a dumb fuck like Trump and [?]
[?] never been in my nature
Your girl saw my dick, and [?] clame her
This is easy to me, spoonfeeding the beat, [?] beast [?] me
[?] killing the whole scene, [?]
Like a pitbull free off the leash
Rap like a [?] 16
Like Ripley's [?] beliefe
Pretty girl's on her knees like [?]
R. Kelly in the shower, then I [?] on your feet
Jerzies and my Nikes, never see me in tight jeans
Hey don't seem to like me
[?] get mad, now you wanna fight me
'Cause I'm up in the lab, all up in your psyky
[?] wrist, I got the motivation and I'm never quitting
[?] the difference is, I make 'em wanna bounce to this
Top shelf, make 'em wanna buy an ounce of this
I'm on a new level, put gas to the petal
We rolling [?] high everyday
[?] top grade, [?] smoke it, we floating
[?] away with a glamerous [?]
But I'm sparking the canabis, lavinder [?]
[?] straight to the face
[?] rapping since back in the day
[Chorus: Whitney Peyton]
They feeling my bounce
They feeling my bounce
They feeling my bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
They feeling my bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
They feeling my
Yeah, they like the way you dress, you walk, your style, but bitch, they feeling my bounce
They feeling my bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bitch, they feeling my bounce, they feeling my bounce
[Verse 3: Wrekonize]
Feeling my bounce, they feeling my bounce
They keep running up, [?] take it down
They [?]
I'm having my doubts, you know I ain't good in a crowd
I walked in, like [?]
With a vendeta on your fam ready
It's been [?] every damn ghetty
And the bounce been in high demand heavy
Bitch, please
You can kiss these
With a pound of soft for your swiss cheese
I've been running from the devil with a limp knee
But got enough in the tank to Pimp C
Sucker for pain, like Ty Dolla
Got necks on tilt like hydraulics
Made weight on tapes 'cause my mic [?]
And your frail ass bars can't [?]
But I came to be down [?] twist with y'all
Bounce like a Rittz and a Twista song
Bounce like a choak when I hit the bong
Bounce like I'm on top [?]
If you need me, I'll be [?] soul
Bringing many metals, holding petal to the floor
Any little devil tryna get me on the low
Will be getting in trouble until they [?] floor
They be feeling my
[Chorus: Whitney Peyton]
They feeling my bounce
They feeling my bounce
They feeling my bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
They feeling my bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
They feeling my
Yeah, they like the way you dress, you walk, your style, but bitch, they feeling my bounce
They feeling my bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bounce, they feeling my bounce
Bounce, bounce
Bitch, they feeling my bounce, they feeling my bounce