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Bounce, you bounce Yep, yep, yes sir You know What this is Yep, yep, yes sir Gangsta, gangsta Ayo, let me enlighten Scate Blimpie Yep, Yes sir BBC on beat. com Gangsta, Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, Gangsta Grillz DJ Where Fuck Fromer Yep, yep, yes sir AMG Yep, Yep, yes sir Ayo, let me enlighten y'all I'm Just talking shit Cadillac truckers We amongst the Young brew sippers They wanna with us the Kush Tumblers Let's The diesel distributors and the coca Tumblers We shut down the club in amazement for Those that are under us The GoPro bitches, They wanna run with us Wanna blow me slowly, Speed it up Gangsta, Fuck it, just run with Us Wanna have fun with us, not be distraught And sick 'Cause when the Enzo pull up, nigga, Park your whip Spectators be yapping on some Bob Costa shit I ain't just talking shit, I'm Marcus Vick Without the Heisman Trophy but with The Hawaiian sophies Frequent flyer miles, I be flying them hoes, B The chain choking Your sight 'cause you eyeing it grossly Reach is A toothbrush, the iron is close We keep me Surrounded, so please don't try it They pull, Don't think, no time to decide it 'Less you Wanna be in the papers and you headline it Your whole fucking name followed by "He died, Yeah" If that was your food for thought, you Should go on a diet Gangsta, gangsta I just Fried it Gangsta, gangsta Yep, yes sir Yep, Yep, yes sir Gangsta Grillz Yep, yes sir Yep, yep, sir I just arrived In a five-star hotel out in Hotlanta Speeding away From a van filled with bitches with cameras The Flash hits my ear, blinds them all with the Gamma Me and the stripper, she got a bubble And that cute Southern grammar You know the type, Probably strip from Texas to Tampa Waiting line, Telling you it's for college or Pampers But I Go through drastic measures not to ask it's pleasure I trade her gas and breakfast for the ass And the headers Then top of the morning to You, now she gotta zoom home She gotta dance All night until the moon's gone We head to Magic City, gotta hit a new zone All you See is pearls, solid colors, two-tones On your life, Nigga, nothing but tombstones So many Phantoms, The parking lot look like a graveyard It's the Domain where everybody play God The underling's just King ordering Mo by the cart Throw twenty grand Up whenever Jeezy says "Yeah" Giving new meaning to The phrase "There's money in the air" I was there Yep, yep, yes sir Yeah, We was there too Yep, yes sir AMG, We was in the cut on the side Yep, Sir We had a couple stacks to spend though Yep, yes sir Big shout to the A-Town Shout to the 4-4 Shout to Philly Gangsta, We don't see town VA State