Bouncin Lyrics - Chief Keef

Big rubber bands, I be poppin' 

I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it 

I talk all this shit 'cause I'm bout it 

You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin' 

Call me bag-head Milonakis 

All I get is bags, all I get is money 

Smoking big Backwoods of that funky 

I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin' 

I pull up hop out, I don't pop out 

I got the cops out, it's hot out, I got Glocks out 

I up this forty Mayweather, it's a damn knock out 

I ain't make it in school, Chief So was a drop out 

Something something something, I forgot now 

I was thinking about the guap then put my guap out 

I'm Sosa Ray Charles, you can still get knocked down 

It's a parade here, all you see is Glock shells 

I dress myself, bitch I don't need a stylist 

I got my pistol just in case the violence 

I think my chopper gay, I pulled him out the closet 

I call my chopper Ye' 'cause he half went to college 

I call my desert eagle "Desert Storm "cause we be warrin' 

I think my Mac wanna be a rapper, we be touring 

Like Kobe, Shaq, D.Rose and Butler, we be ballin' 

If you talking bout some millions, we be on it ay 

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Big rubber bands, I be poppin' 

I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it 

I talk all this shit 'cause I'm bout it 

You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin' 

Call me bag-head Milonakis 

All I get is bags, all I get is money 

Smoking big Backwoods of that funky 

I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin' 

I pull up, get that check then I'm in to win 

I got two Glock forties, them be twenty twins 

Don't wanna fuck your bitch, she got a shitty wig 

Shot four out the thirty, we got twenty-six 

Pulled up swagging, know you seeing this 

Bitch came to my crib, you know she eatin' this 

She can't have her phone, hoes be leaking shit 

I'm an anti-ass nigga, I don't speak for shit 

Chief so got over totin' llamas 

I got a HK caliber, Da Forty 

I wasn't good in science but I knew my numbers 

I'm ballin', ring ring, tell your bitch stop callin' 

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Big rubber bands, I be poppin' 

I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it 

I talk all this shit 'cause I'm bout it 

You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin' 

Call me bag-head Milonakis 

All I get is bags, all I get is money 

Smoking big Backwoods of that funky 

I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin'