Bounce Lyrics - 3001: A Laced Odyssey - Flatbush Zombies

YSL pants with the zippers, yikes 

Met her this evenin' already hit it, twice 

Tag on your soul everybody got a price 

Acid, Acid change your life...??? 

I'm faded like??? 

She call Meechy over, I slide in that coochie 

Nosedive in that coochie 

My dick is big, it should be wearin' a Coogie 

Imma need some friends 

Tied down, my lifestyle 

Even bleached the pants 

Next week Japan??? 

Flatbush, Brooklyn, from the County of Kings, ah 

Run up on me like I'm some hippie, nigga??? 

Ooh, damn, that punchline delivers 

Hold up wait a minute, moment of silence 

Hm, Fuck it 

Let's get back to wylin' 

Blood on your Timbs, Shoot Shoot?????? 

Ambidextrous, I shoot with two hands 

Even got blood on your friends 

I think I just flooded the Benz 

Damn it, baby, Meechy's at it again 

M-M-Murder, murder, murder 

Capital M with two gats in my hand 

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Everyday a nigga wake up got to blaze a little chronic 

Thank the universe, I'm blessing, new day a new dollar 

Middle finger to my niggas and my bitches two times 

Representing for my niggas in the hood it's no ceiling 

Sellin', trappin' like a villain, cold 

Should've made a killing, go 

Finger played with it, yo 

Nigga stay with it 

Hate a nigga, fade a??? 

Dum diddy dumb 

I, I, I, I, I high like the sun 

Fetch a frequency, this ain't shit to me 

She said she got a friend, then let my nigga beat 

Meech, Roll em, Bust em, cannons, wooh 

Spliff long looking like a Manson 

I'm on acid feeling like the Gamptons 

She feeling freaky beat the pussy like a champion 

Young nigga but I'm still O.G 

Supreme team like 1993 

Triple 6 on my coffin, I dance with the devil 

Came back with a vengeance, Christ off the hinges 

I'm nice with this picket, twice as much vicious 

Psych-active, I'm on a mission 

Electric Kool-aide, Make your decision 

You want it, I get you 

These niggas ain't right, they can't write they own shit 

But they smile in your face, and they claim they the shit 

But to me a disgrace 

Trying to keep stuff in hand like you running a race 

Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make 

Free my niggas lawd, made it right today 

Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make 

Photos 

Not a thug but niggas know how I keep mine 

Call her up or quick to throw up the peace sign 

Girl, that pussy let me hit it 

Girl, I got to get it 

Saying she got a feeling, she let a young nigga hit it 

Back and forth cause we smoke them seven grams 

Billboard shit I don't expect you to understand 

My performance, dreams at 14 

Now I hear them calling??? 

Won't slip away this is serious business 

Voided in mischief while spending these Benjamins 

Open the potential pussy to me 

Brought to you by the ungrateful police 

Conscious keep telling me, beautiful melody 

Will exhibit if I trip on the L.S.D 

Nah,??? for money and dro 

Some people think I spend money, for sure 

Spend us your money 

Flip like a Rolex 

Components will kill my opponents 

I sit on my throne, it's enormous 

Composed with the??? 

My karma is good, dog, and y'all need supportin' 

My bitch is so gorgeous, I cannot afford 

Juice spend time with her when chasin' these whores 

Money, keep countin' 

She strip like??? Mountains 

My passport is packed 

How I travel, astoundin' (Yeah) 

Thug Waffle did that 

Now we comin' back for the killer contract 

Pull up on your pampers 

Three man army 

Don't talkin' to me less you talkin' bout a profit