Kjaye$$ - Bouncy freestyle

★ Kjaye$$ ★

She only want me for the mufucking leweyy bag

Im ona plane finna take off to trinadad

You can be lame all you want but im not stayin true tidat

I wanna freak and she better be really bad

Yeah it be really sad

People be fake as a bitch sayin, oh well I moved on, you ain’t move on

You a mufuckin lame finna rock yo shit

Now you walk wida Cain, wit that chop on my hip yeah that shit be a corny statement

All these bitches they jus wanna taste it
I’m jus Waiting for that mothafukin payment

Wasn’t laughing Brodie think I’m playin

Yeah dem drugs got me muthafuckin shakin

Say we gon make it but they but they don’t believe us
I’m rocking that gucci supreme and that cheeta

Get chedda lil bitch finna prove that im better

And I’ll make it make it out and lil bro gotta kechup

Sippin on trap juice, lonely as fuck permanent like a tattoo

Drill if you play but I really just have to

You talkin, that shi but yo bitch got no ass nudes

Thought I went over the cap you told

Wrong person talkin shit tida poe

I don’t have any time for that bullshit

If you got a pistol can you pull it

No one wants your bitch she not stolen

We can't act I’m not talking bout Colton

Trappin fuckas do not play no games if you got a plug you a fuckin target
When I’m livin on my own, imma have gun room on the fucking carpet

Why you writing all dees fuckin bars yeah they fuckin stink like my armpit

Why you question that we fuckin lit when yo broke ass and a fuckin lame

Put that money on my fuckin chain now I’m fuckin flexin like I’m Gucci mane

If you talkin shit you gon have to change

I’m finessin lows fida Mary jaine

Look

Choppa right next to me, Brodie be scared that he jokin and testin me

Cannot hang out wida lame widat energy

Hoe finna spread some new shit like an alergy

Slide tida crib like a dm, my Brodie got shit in the garage that could beat ‘em’

I don’t care bout them haters I act like I ain’t even see em

I hopped in the whip and my bro got a bm
(Suspense outro)