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Bandmanrill – BOUNCIN’ Lyrics

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3 months ago

March 6, 2023

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Bandmanrill – BOUNCIN’ Lyrics

BOUNCIN’ Lyrics By Bandmanrill

[Intro: Bandmanrill]
Aha, Look, wait-wait-wait, aha
Look, look, ayy-ayy
MC, make another hit
On bro
Project X
Ayy, look, ayy, hold on, look, wait, huh

[Verse 1: Bandmanrill]
I’m in the party, I’m geeked up, wait
She in the back, tryna eat up, damn
I’m in the lounge and my feet up
Niggas mad cause they bitch wanna see us, ayy
Bro pass me the blunt, get bustin’
Hit from the back, leg up, she fussin’
Went on a race to the bag, shit runnin’
Niggas mad, turned somethin’ to nothin’, on— (Bro)
Wait, I got new checks, came from shit, I do flex
Shoutout to my lil’ bro BBG, know him and Doo next
I told my big brodie, “Chill wit’ spinnin'”, he should do less
Lil’ bro, he gon bring that shit right home in a new ‘Vette, ayy

[Verse 2: Bandmanrill]
What? Huh
Tell lil’ bro stop what? What?
Tell lil’ bro stop, ayy, what?
Tell lil’ bro like, look, wait
Tell lil’ bro stop goin’ for clout
Have lil’ bro’nem go in ya’ house
He stay dickridin’, name in his mouth
He stay dickridin’, wait, wait (Wait)
Ta-ta, ta-ta-ta
That bitch is a bop-bop-bop
Bro, he throw like, “Fa-fa-fa”
He hit you in ya’ top-top-top
Lil’ bro, what you bangin’? Where you from? Can’t find your blo-blo-block, ayy
Lil’ bro he was dissin’ ’til he seen me he was sh—, look
What? Lil’ brodie ain’t know I had big shit
Bro tryna slide and he try hit shit
Bro tryna tap that body, hitstick
Don’t got a V, huh, ripstick, wait
What’s in her bag? Lipstick, sike, bitch that’s X Wesson
I know some niggas that’s prayin’ on my downfall, lil’ bitch keep wishin’, ayy
[Chorus: Bandmanrill]
She throwin’ them hips, shit bouncin’
I’m tryna dive in that water, fountain
Know I’m the bandman, money, I’m countin’
I got a freak bitch, she tryna mouth shit, wait
Knowin’ I’m bangin’ that south shit
She tryna neck up, I call her mouth bitch
Grabbin’ her neck while I’m beatin’ her pouch in
Tell lil’ bro, “Stop goin’ for clout shit”, ayy

[Verse 3: NLE Choppa]
If fame gotta change and she’s off the slop, you can keep the bitch
Walk down in Christian Lou’s on the opps, I’m on some demon shit
Stake out the house, I’m out back, I’m really on some creepin’ shit
Lay him down, he couldn’t even get up, we oversleepin’ bitch
Hop out the car, I’ma do my diddy
Bop out the Glock, bullets stop his livin’
One shot, had to stop him from dissin’
Two shots, left his pamper pissin’
Three shots, left a stain, he shitted
Four shots, now his brains missin’, ay
We know he could take those, four shots out the draco

[Chorus: Bandmanrill]
She throwin’ them hips, shit bouncin’
I’m tryna dive in that water, fountain
Know I’m the bandman, money, I’m countin’
I got a freak bitch, she tryna mouth shit, wait
Knowin’ I’m bangin’ that south shit
She tryna neck up, I call her mouth bitch
Grabbin’ her neck while I’m beatin’ her pouch in
Tell lil’ bro, “Stop goin’ for clout shit”
[Outro: Bandmanrill]
Ayy, on bro
On bro, on bro, on bro
Ayy, what? What?
Let me dive in that, what?
Ayy, ayy let me dive in that, what?
Ayy, ayy let me dive in that, what?
Dive in that, ayy, on bro
Look, on bro, on bro, on-, ayy