BOUNCE Lyrics – Aitch

Read the full BOUNCE lyrics by Aitch along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Aitch’s music, you can also explore M-FORTY and SOSA, two other songs by Aitch.

[Verse 1]
Act your age, it ain’t just the barbers where you catch a fade
Face covered, cutting through your garden like a masquerade (Hahahaha)
Before I catch an L I’ll fu*king catch a plane
I’ll probably snatch your wife before I snatch your chain
Switch it up, this rap s*it’s pixie dust
Money ain’t s*it to us
Broski went and broke your wifey’s back, you better fix her up
I just bought a crib to fu*k
A chick she got the biggest butt
And when I saw your sister had to hit her with the fishing hook
Listen up, I’ve had a spliff and hit the cup
So if I swing my fist you’re fu*ked
I’m going in, so wish me luck

[Chorus]
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce (Boy, if you ain’t talking paper I’ma)
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce (I tell shawty spin around and watch it)
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce (Every time I hit the stage I make it)
Bounce
Bounce, yeah
Bounce (I just pull up to the crib and then I’m)

[Verse 2]
Right back on that bulls*it
Ammunition been stocked up, I ain’t coming home with a full clip
All you rappers still washed up
I don’t push weight, I just pull chicks
She ain’t pulling her socks up
When its half time she get full d!ck
Finna leave the pu*sy all boxed up like

(Bounce) Send it, make a play and I exit
Manny boy making London money, spent most my life on the M6, yeah
(Bounce) Get rich or die trying, no less s*it
I’ve been out here for like 8 years
Come from Volkswagens to Bentleys, little b!tch
Watch your strap, run up cash, double back
Baby, show me what your momma made and make that pu*sy clap
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Make that pu*sy clap
You got such a pretty face but I wan’ taste it from the back
Tell her I’m ready, the cheque come in heavy
I bought the Maybizzy, no, this ain’t a Chevvy
The king of my city, can’t nobody check me
They know where I’m at, if they’re coming to get me
I’ve been in the pocket like keys in the wallet
If you think you got it then pull up and bet me
I’m keeping it solid and just being honest
You ain’t gotta like me, but gotta respect me, make it

[Chorus]
Bounce (Boy, if you ain’t talking paper I’ma)
Bounce (I tell shawty spin around and watch it)
Bounce (Every time I hit the stage I make it, yeah)
(I just pull up to the crib and then I)
Bounce (Boy, if you ain’t talking paper I’ma)
Bounce (I tell shawty spin around and watch it)
Bounce (Every time I hit the stage I make it, yeah)
Bounce (I just pull up to the crib and then I)