Текст William Singe – Bad And Boujee x Bounce Back

Raindrops, drop top
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot

Willy Will, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe
I take your bitch right from you
Bitch I’m a dog (roof)
Beat the hoe walls loose
Hop in the frog
I tell that bitch to come comfort me
Swear all these hittas is under me
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me
Bankrolls on me keep me company
Aye, we did the most
Pull up in Ghosts
My diamonds a choker
Holdin’ the fire with no holster

Raindrops, drop top
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ brah
I don’t trust nobody grip the ah
Call up the gang, and they come for ya
Cry me a river, give you a tissue
My bitch is bad and boujee
Whippin’ up dope with the Uzi
My hittas is savage, ruthless
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too
So, my bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin’ up dope with the Uzi
My hittas is savage, ruthless
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too

Don’t owe nobody, owe nobody
Always on the job, I got no hobbies
Got the city fuckin’ with me ’cause I’m homegrown
Vibin’ out more than my phone though
Leave me ‘lone, me on my own though
I cut that bitch off like an edit
My daddy a G, it’s genetics
I heard ya new shit, it’s pathetic
And your contract should be shredded
Took my dogs on a private jet from the public housing
I kept it G, yeah, one thousand
Clique star-studded like the Paramount mountain

Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back
You ain’t getting checks, yeah yeah yeah chi chi
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
D town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back

Raindrops, drop top
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ brah
I don’t trust nobody grip the ah
Call up the gang, and they come for ya
Cry me a river, give you a tissue
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin’ up dope with the Uzi
My hittas is savage, ruthless
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too
So, my bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin’ up dope with the Uzi
My hittas is savage, ruthless…