Bounce Out lyrics

[Intro]
Santa Ana Police, 911
All across Santa Ana, police say violent crime is getting worse
There's been more than one shooting a day in Santa Ana so far this year
Fifty-five shootings in just fifty days
CBS 2 Orange County reporter Michele Gile shows us what's behind the increase in crime
And the toll it's taking on the community

[Verse]
Look, b*tch, I'm with the bounce out, shootouts in broad day
Ain't never in your hood, so I'm comin' where your mama stay
I was in the hood, b*tch, even in them holidays
I really came from nothing, so, on Jays, I had to find a way
My n*ggas goin' schizo, we quick to let that sh*t blow
I don't give a f*ck if I got it, b*tch, I'ma need more
They lost him, they tryna find a n*gga like he Nemo
Never stress over b*tches, I'm only worried about them C-notes
A band for this blower, huh, f*ck I'ma fight for?
I'm still doggin' these freaky b*tches without a Rhino
You the type to roll it up, man, we don't like those
My n*ggas up the murder rate, bro, don't lose your life, though
Don't get it confused, on my side, this sh*t get ruthless
I really do this, ain't gettin' money? Then, b*tch, you useless
Thinkin' I love you, b*tch? You must be stupid
f*ck this rap sh*t, I'll still hop out and get to shootin'
If n*ggas feelin' real froggy, that's on the Jays, y'all better leap
And how you pillow talk to b*tches, but see me and never speak?
If a n*gga got a problem with me, then we can meet
You better stay up out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
I'm full-fledged, heard they took the b*tch n*gga to ICU
Johnnies tryna find who did it, I don't even got a clue
I'm with the bounce out, trippin' on n*ggas like who is you?
Last b*tch fagged off, so I gave her ass the boot
b*tch, I'm a Southside jacker, I'm in the field, I ain't no rapper
f*ck I look like bringin' peace? Lil' n*gga, I ain't no pastor
I'm the type to break a ho, you the type to go and catch her
I'm a petty-ass n*gga, f*ck your b*tch and give her after
Mr. Kick Door, actin' like you with it? n*ggas been hoes
They been low, supposed to be your bro, but them n*ggas told
Stick to the code, caught him at that store and that n*gga froze
Got big shells for n*ggas out here feelin' like they Kimbo
n*ggas start to get a little money, then start to act funny
Same n*ggas dissin', that be them same n*ggas that ran from me
I'm from where it's gutter and grimy, this sh*t get mad ugly
Mad bummy, a n*gga jointed up, so throw that ass for me
I was f*ckin' up on Lily, slide through, up down your city
Mr. Known to keep a big chop, I'm known to keep a blicky
Gotta stay up on my ten in case sh*t starts to get tricky
I'm with the get rich or die tryin', n*gga, just like I'm 50, n*gga
[Outro]
Aight, n*gga, huh
Drex, talk to your kid, stupid, all that, n*gga
It's Drexthejoint, Mr. Bounce out just to prove a point, n*gga
Aight