More songs by Kenny Mason
Description
Producer: Coupe
Producer: Dorian
Mixer: James Kang
Masterer: Joe LaPorta
Vocals: Kenny Mason
Writer: Edwin Green
Writer: Edward Maclin Cooper III
Writer: James Stewart
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hold up.
Hold up.
Ayy.
Don't hit me on no bullshit, I mean that.
Don't hit me with excuses, I need that.
Be cautious, I thought the walkthrough was clean glass.
I'm totin' Glocks in Celine bags. My boy fresh out the box, he ain't seen jack.
My boy fresh off the block, it's a screen patch.
I'm bringin' rap back, I'm bringin' rap back.
I'm bringin' rock back, this shit ain't rehab.
Slide the door, walk 'em down like the elderly. Ask your hoe how it sound, she say, "Heavenly.
" Four-four or tote pipe from the seventies. Hold it close, I know it's rivals with jealousy.
Bounce with me, bounce with me, bounce, bounce with me.
Bounce with me, bounce with me, bounce, bounce with me. Bounce with me, bounce with me, bounce, bounce with me.
Bounce with me.
Yeah. I got a romance with romaine, but the whole gang gon' smash.
I wrote things that just won't stay on no pads.
Another rapper from the three, they say, "No chance. " It's gravel hidden in the leaf for the whole clan.
My mama callin' every week sayin', "Ain't no stamps. " The pistol ask me, "Can she see?
" I said, "Don't jam. " It's niggas tryna chase a dream without no plan.
I said, "Fuck it, take the lead and just bounce with me.
" Bounce with me, bounce, bounce with me. Bounce with me, bounce with me, bounce, bounce with me.
Bounce with me, bounce with me, bounce, bounce with me.
Bounce with me, bounce with me, bounce, bounce with me. Can you move out the way? I got no time to lose or to waste.
Whip it one-hand cruisin' the lane like a young man. Smooth on my ways like a young man.
Don't hit me on no bull, I mean that.
Don't, don't hit me on no bull,
I mean that. Don't hit me on no bullshit, I mean that. Don't hit me, hit me on no,
I mean that.