Ignition (Remix)
[Verse]
Big ass draco, you know imma hit
In love with them 40s, in love with them sticks
I’m fucking that bitch, you know i get it in
Finesse his dumbass, we gone give him a vic
No stick in ya hand, youn move on all ten
That bitch ass n***a got swiped like a Bin
I came with the bag, they think im the Grinch
I ain’t talking bout money, that n***a got spent
I’m BlocBoy JB, slide in a rover
I heard he a witness, send him to jehovah
Big 4.5, can’t fit in the holster
Miami, Beach, got sticks by the ocean
These n***as be tipping, I ain’t gon hold ya
We shooting for-real, we ain’t using no beam
Got hit with that Lightning, we call him McQueen
Got rich off the streets, shout-out to the feens
No Fat Joe, but the drac’ make em lean
Jamaican lil bitch, keep talking about “Tingz”
Big Glock with a sword, like Lord of The Rings
This now operation, we take out his spleen
Red tips in the gun, now i feel like Eugene
Call 73 and he rip with the five
He said that he trapping and that n***a lied
This arp tryna peep through the blinds
My bitch from the A, keep on calling me slime
[Chorus]
Bounce, bounce
I used to serve out the ounce, ounce
Stick in the couch, couch, couch
We run in that house, house, house
Big ass draco, you know imma hit
In love with them 40s, in love with them sticks
I’m fucking that bitch, you know i get it in
Finesse his dumbass, we gone give him a vic
No stick in ya hand, youn move on all ten
That bitch ass n***a got swiped like a Bin
I came with the bag, they think im the Grinch
I ain’t talking bout money, that n***a got spent
I’m BlocBoy JB, slide in a rover
I heard he a witness, send him to jehovah
Big 4.5, can’t fit in the holster
Miami, Beach, got sticks by the ocean
These n***as be tipping, I ain’t gon hold ya
We shooting for-real, we ain’t using no beam
Got hit with that Lightning, we call him McQueen
Got rich off the streets, shout-out to the feens
No Fat Joe, but the drac’ make em lean
Jamaican lil bitch, keep talking about “Tingz”
Big Glock with a sword, like Lord of The Rings
This now operation, we take out his spleen
Red tips in the gun, now i feel like Eugene
Call 73 and he rip with the five
He said that he trapping and that n***a lied
This arp tryna peep through the blinds
My bitch from the A, keep on calling me slime
[Chorus]
Bounce, bounce
I used to serve out the ounce, ounce
Stick in the couch, couch, couch
We run in that house, house, house