Bounce

I’m a raw ass

No flaw ass

Stay strapped in tighter than a sprinter sports-bra ass

Turn you to some slaw ass

Kansas Indiana more country than Tim McGraw ass

Somehow still got the Range Rover car ass

Head on straight, probably could’ve passed the bar ass

Better than whoever you bet was gettin’ far ass

Started from the bottom, stealing cookies out the jar ass

Now she gettin’ older, Supernova, she a star ass

Bitch

Someone call Wade for the sitch

Kim got braids in this bitch

No shade in this bitch

But most **** can’t say shit to a bitch like me

323, zip

Head, shoulders, knees, drip

THC my tea, sip

You ain’t even in my scene clip

Oh she just got a little bit a bounce

To it

Wid it

Get it

Little bit a bounce

To it

Wid it

Oh she just got a little bit a bounce

To it

Wid it

Get it

Little bit a bounce

To it

Wid it

Get it

I’m saucy

Guess the ingredients

Looking this incredible, for me, simple as breathing is

Said he can’t believe it, I said seeing is believing but you really missed your window, bitch it’s too late if you’re reading this

More life to ya

I got too many messages I’ll get right to ya

Bitch barkin’, no bite to ya

I could never sugar coat, or cap, or lie to ya

My criteria

Much higher

Much like my range, Mariah

Call carry, referee, umpire

Empire, no cookie, y’all fired

No Omarosa

I’m hot as a fucking toaster

I want a Bugatti posted

Y’all gotta go buy the poster

I pull up, pose, click, dip

When the check hit I’m lit

But it better not

Bounce

To it

Wid it

Get it

Little bit a bounce

To it

Wid it

Oh she just got a little bit a bounce

To it

Wid it

Get it

Little bit a bounce

To it

Wid it

Get it