[Chorus]:
Dropped like twenty bands and gonna drop some more tomorrow
Shit hit different now 'cause I don't see you on my schedule
See you talking way too much, I had to let you go
Make that shit look easy, when I pull up, bitch I make the show

BOUNCE! - BOUNCE!

Make the show bounce
Whatchu trynna prove you're twenty-five still in your momma house
Took a left step once back to right step twice
Damn, my bitch real nice, getting sturdy on them

[Verse]
You know I'm all about that shit turn up
Go hide your bitch turn up
Hands in the air, don't fuck around, don't get your shit split up
Feel like a dope dealer but I'm a bag getter
Imma blow it all and double it by six figures
We going double twenty bands, twenty bands, forty bands
Feel like doin' it again and again and again (woo)
And I ain't going out sad
Bro, what's that shit all cap!
Guess what lil bitch, I'm back!
My bro be popping all them pills just like Skittles man
And I'm walking with the drip that might just kill a man
Bro stop talking all that shit behind my back goddamn
Now sit down take a lesson 'cause you've been a fan
[Chorus]
Dropped like twenty bands and gonna drop some more tomorrow
Shit hit different now 'cause I don't see you on my schedule
See you talking way too much, I had to let you go
Make that shit look easy, when I pull up, bitch I make the show

BOUNCE! - BOUNCE!

Make the show bounce
Whatchu trynna prove you're twenty-five still in your momma house
Took a left step once back to right step twice
Damn, my bitch real nice, getting sturdy on them