Bounce Lyrics - Next To Nothing - Rittz

Superstar, man I'm far from an average Joe, supernatural 

Stepping out, looking like I'm in a fashion show 

Came into this industry and now you're witnessing me blow up 

Like seeing a tank of gas explode 

And I'm, I'm high like a flight I'm sitting back of coach 

By the window sipping Jack and Cokes 

'Bout to pack a bowl but we ain't tryna make a casserole 

Looking at the globe from up high, shots fired 

Like Kennedy was riding by the Grassy Knoll 

I ain't rich but I got a little cash to blow 

And haters saying that I'm changing 

I be looking at them laughing like they cracked a joke 

They wasn't with me when I traveled down this gravel road 

GC, I could never have my pass revoked 

So step up and you a dead duck 

Get your head bust, looking like a chef just cracked a yolk 

Speakers in the Cadi' rattling the patio 

When the industry was only rocking platinum gold 

I was dope back then, but you had the whole 

Shit locked until I came in and cracked the code 

And I don't, I don't really mean to brag and boast 

But then again, my fans look at me as the G.O.A.T 

She said she listen to my music in the bath and soak 

Now that's a rap to quote, hop in my 'Lac and float 

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Take a puff and it's up and away we go 

Put some pimp shit on my radio and bounce, bounce, ah 

Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest 

Run it back to the south, and bounce, out 

With my homie Tony footwork 

Up at Kalamazoo, balling out up in the mall 

We don't bounce until we spend a couple thousand on shoes 

I'm repping clientele, how can I lose, you out of the loop 

These music dudes are clueless who I was 

Until I blew, producing woohs and oohs and ahs 

I'm the truth, but you confuse the use of pride 

I refuse to lose, been booed and crucified 

Disapprove the movement, crews get brutalized 

Or these pooches choose to bite, get euthanized 

I'm the new [?] get neutralized 

Twenty twos are huge, my shoes are supersized 

I don't cruise, my music boom, it's stupid loud 

Bumping 8 Ball & MJG, from the outside looking in 

I'm sitting on top of the world, but then again I kind of been lately 

Cause I pull up in my Cadillac, my speakers got that rattle back 

I'm fresh and better than when I was attacked by 

A couple pretty bitches that was begging me to pick them up 

And take them in and fuck them from the back side 

But I ain't got no time to fuck around, I'm tryna buckle down 

And focus on my money, so I stack my 

Paper to the ceiling, I'm feeling like a billion 

I'm filling up my cup with that crown and bounce out 

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Take a puff and it's up and away we go 

Put some pimp shit on my radio and bounce, bounce, ah 

Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest 

Run it back to the south, and bounce, out 

Smoking wood, then I'm gone 

So far that you can't even see me through the eyes of a telescope 

Diamonds on my body, split a pill while jottin' down my fillers 

Acting like it was the realest shit I ever wrote 

Mentally telepathy is part of the recipe 

To let me know what you want it 

I'm giving it to you how you like it 

Biology of a pimp, it be in the DNA 

To know what you thinking 

I'm speaking to you like a psychic 

Lil mama know she love it so don't try to fight it 

I can make your life so appealing by the way I write it 

Make it so she the only shawty I know 

On Forgiatos, don't hit no potholes 

I roll up one and light it 

On the passenger side of a ride 

Like a player, Imma be up in the cut talking the big shit 

Strange Music, we be the misfits 

Come and twist Rittz, tisk tisk, cause you gon get your shit split 

Middle of the map and nigga finna snap 

And let em know the area continue to kill em forever, we on 

Better be strong to live in the city I come from 

And if you ain't fucking with it then let it be known 

And we can either talk about it or be about it 

Me I'd rather sit back and blow an ounce 

When I hear something like this up on the radio 

All a nigga can do is just bounce 

Take a puff and it's up and away we go 

Put some pimp shit on my radio and bounce, bounce, ah 

Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest 

Run it back to the south, and bounce, out