Brad-Oh Bounce

[Chorus]
I'mma make all the money I can, uh-huh
I'mma put on for me and my mans
And then I'm gon' bounce
This is the Brad-Oh Bounce
I'mma blow up in Richtown
Get about 10 cars to whip 'round
And then I'm gon' bounce, bounce, the Brad-Oh Bounce
Gon' bounce, bounce, bounce
I'm on my way
Get outta my way, get outta my way, get outta my way
I'm on my way
Get outta my way, get outta my way, get outta my way, way-ayy

[Verse 1]
Lacin' up new kicks, twistin' up goodie
If I'm such a dickhead then get up off my woody
Promoters know the fans point like "Look it!"
Doctor Seuss rhymes, make 'em wanna book me
All-black Supras, red [?]
Black v-necks and fitted for all occasions
Everybody got opinions when you famous
If you not saying I'm the greatest, best to watch your language
I'm good in my spot though, whattup Pop oh
I'mma full package, but you can get the box though
Whether I rock fast or rock slow
They flippin' off my words as I flip 'em up the tonsils
I flow by like cumulo - nimbus!
Heh, cumulonimbus!
The kush'll set you free, can, I get a witness
30,000 feet up, I need distance, and I need a minute
To handle my business

[Chorus]
I'mma make all the money I can, uh-huh
I'mma put on for me and my mans
And then I'm gon' bounce
This is the Brad-Oh Bounce
I'mma blow up in Richtown
Get about 10 cars to whip 'round
And then I'm gon' bounce, bounce, the Brad-Oh Bounce
Gon' bounce, bounce, bounce
I'm on my way

[Verse 2]
The day is full of ups and down, lot of pitfalls
One second you toast Cristal, makes you pissed off
Spent years underground, next you know it's lift-off
The same way I get my chest big on the dip bar
Hoes with no shame straight swinging from the zipper
They want Rosé but get Four Loko to sip on
Said that I would go off, second that I get on
Flow give you a tingle like that medicated lip balm
Listen chap, I can't be sorry for my ways
Frankie Beverly they had me caught up in a maze
But I'm the mouse that could, got my cheese, now I'm good
Speeding through the crosswalk and planting people on my hood
I keep it moving like a foster kid
These haters sick, like a momma who just lost a kid
Forreal
Hip-hop should thank me
Coming from the era of the sharpies and Memorex blankies
Cold, cold world, we out here without a blankie
Just a hoodie on my head and a sock full of stanky
These haters like crusty snot on a hanky
I toss 'em to the side bro, how could you blame me
Thank me now or thank me later
Sent my regards to the chef and left a tip and thanked the waiter
I thank you for your time and I thank you for your mind
That you allow me to invade every time I say a rhyme

[Chorus]
I'mma make all the money I can, uh-huh
I'mma put on for me and my mans
And then I'm gon' bounce
This is the Brad-Oh Bounce
I'mma blow up in Richtown
Get about 10 cars to whip 'round
And then I'm gon' bounce, bounce, the Brad-Oh Bounce
Gon' bounce, bounce, bounce
I'm on my way
Get outta my way, get outta my way, get outta my way
I'm on my way
Get outta my way, get outta my way, get outta my way, way-ayy