[Intro]
Yeah
Bounce
Bounce
No pen and pad needed on this one, homie

[Verse]
Ah, feelin' great, feelin' better than ever
I'm lookin' super duper ill in my Bill Cosby sweater
Can't nobody bring down my mood
[?], [?] fiasco, superstar the coupe
Who are you, who are you to judge my music?
Cool abilities, you feelin' me, all these n***as killin' me
No, not again another kin with a pin
Tryna destroy my rhymes like I'm African
I am slappin them, I am back again
Call me Jordan on the track 'cause I break the rim
With the hat, with the hat, hol' up, let me bring that back
Young, Young Abstract 'bout to have a spaz attack
'Cause I came up in the room and the n***a made it shining
'Cause I came up in the room and the n***a made it blinding
I am feelin' all alone, all my n***as call me island
But wait, why you eying? Baby girl on the roadway eying
I mean Ian, she is seeing crazy things like demons
I am being who I been since the sixth grade
Better behave, shoutout to Drake
'Cause [?] today
I mean back in the day when we were chillin', we were illin'
Going of the top, n***as straight from the ceiling
I'm chillin' in the crib looking at my ceilings, man
Then I go in the car jam no ceilings, man
You know me, you know my flow be kinda o-d
I be getting groovy, tryna make a movie
With ya girl in a Jacuzzi, a x-rated movie
Baby, will you do me, baby, will you do me
CV, breathing, on the track I am leaving
On the track I am a dragon, I am breathing
This fire out, hah, with my fire mouth
I need a better girl, she need a wider mouth
Y'all see what I'm about, it's going down at the moment
They can hate, they gon' hate but this is so potent, n***a
This is so potent, I am not done here, I'mma keep flowing
I go in, I go in, I let it keep rollin'
Who are you? Who are you? A couple scars or two
On my knees, on dem trees, under the sycamore tree
Like J-A-Y-Z say on the black album
I'm back at them, n***as steady shouting
I'm steadier like a mountain
It's going down, we need that fountain
We need that basement, we need that tapin'
Dem n***as cravin', like Billy Kraven
That's what I'm sayin', I'm never playin'
The trunk bumpin', let me tell you somethin'
Call me Kanye 'cause you can't tell me nothin'
I'm stuntin', I'm stuntin'
Like for real you n***as frontin', back with a bunch of them
Back with a bunch of them, 'bout to just punch again
Oh-oh-oh-oh, lunch again, what y'all want?
[Outro]
What? Bounce
What? Bounce
What? Bounce
What? Bounce
Yeah, no pen and pad I told you, homie
Freestylin'
Pow, pow, pow
I'm bussin' out
Shout out Waka Flocka, n***a
ASF up, for real