Lyrics Bouncin' - Nick Grant

Uh...
Somebody tell them niggas that I'm legendary
We gon' check 'em first, like the secretary
Leap the competition
Twenty-ninth of February
This double M is all I need
I think I'm Meth & Mary
Bouncin'
I peel off like a dead nigga'
Shooter do it himself
Boy he Blair Witchin'
Blood spillin' over beef
I'm a rare nigga
And we don't know from nothin'
'Less the feds with ya'
How you want it?
This that '96 Pac
Never met a nah notha nigga this hot
Pen game dope, scribble 'til my wrist lock
Niggas ballin' thinkin' shit is sweet
Chris Bosh
Boy, bouncin'
You gotta catch those lines
Tell a broke nigga
Hold up that "depressed hoe" sign
She want dick and I'ma nail it
Not the press on kind
Baby girl throw it back
Like it's West Coast time
And get it...