Bounce Out With Drac

[Intro]

Bro, they got, they got a dead bird over here

They got me in a bulletproof black

I don't know what the fuck goin' on, but they makin' me like rappin', hoo-hoo

(Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)

9 block, Maryland shit, nigga, free Jaymo

(Me and Slick in this bitch right now, finna drop heat)

[Chorus]

I got tired of chasin', no, I won't chase no more

Told God, "Forgive me for my sins," but I had sinned some more

I can't think twice when I'm in that car, lil' nigga, I'm ready to blow (Uh-uh, uh-uh)

I told Fox keep makin' beats 'cause, nigga, we about to blow (We 'bout to go up)

If that car hit this bitch one more time, flip it, it's ridin' too slow

I gotta lock in when I'm in the stu', lil' nigga, it's time to go

I gotta get us out the trenches, make some hits, then fly OT for bro (But I can't)

But I can't lack and I won't go, I'm still out ridin' with my new pole (Brr)

[Verse]

Point him out the crowd, that's the first one that's gettin' chased for sure

8Tre trolled, then four niggas had poofed, like where the fuck they go?

Playin' ding-dong ditch, tryna walk up quick and tap you at your door

He should've never ran and tripped and fell, he knew his life was gone

Sharks and piranhas, man, fuck that shit, we throw up B's and I drop Y's

And I'm gon' spin through the 5, tryna hop out, make somethin' bleed

Two niggas lacked and they dumb ass had died, that's what they get for teethin'

Vert told me to rap, but I wanna spin that block, I'm tryna leave 'em

Chasin' niggas out they shoes, I'm fast as fuck, somethin' like a cheetah

He wanna DoorDash, I already pulled up with a six-two tryna feed him

Up three, shh, I ain't even gon' no more 'cause the feds say I'm out cheatin'

Foenem got my back, I got they back, so, nigga, we all teamin'

We spin through the 4, then spin through the 5, now we back up on the 9 (Do the math)

I can't go to no other trenches, I'm on Maryland where I reside

I don't trap, but I most definitely rap and clap, this shit ain't nothin'

I got a brand-new Glock 23 with a built-in switch, this my new button

It's four niggas on that block, so I come through, I'm scorin' buckets

I'm still rappin', but I don't even like this shit, lil' nigga, I want some money

I don't even hang with too many niggas, they get to movin' too funny

You got your gun tooken, then smacked all in your head, your ass a dummy

[Chorus]

I got tired of chasin', no, I won't chase no more

Told God, "Forgive me for my sins," but I had sinned some more

I can't think twice when I'm in that car, lil' nigga, I'm ready to blow

I told Fox keep makin' beats 'cause, nigga, we about to blow

If that car hit this bitch one more time, flip it, it's ridin' too slow

I gotta lock in when I'm in the stu', lil' nigga, it's time to go

I gotta get us out the trenches, make some hits, then fly OT for bro

But I can't lack and I won't go, I'm still out ridin' with my new pole

[Outro]

Come on