(D-Fro)
KinFolk let's get back in business
It sounds relentless bump block residences
From a city where they rep the pistons
And i bet you i know where they heads went missin
I'm pissin off rappers at a distance
Sound check the system, waiting on they sisters
And when they arrive, this place about to get live
You ain't leaving til 9, not the morning but night
The weeds about to ignite, don't throw down it's alright
I got enough to go around, hear the sound of the loud
I got ounces and pounds, i got boxes around, my name's a product in town
I hope a lot of you down
But a lot of you don't sound that true
Invisible ritual, hittin you with the chemical
Enemies get the critical, spittin on every interval
That's why we're going strong
Now find a lighter while i sit here pack a bong

(Chorus)
So let it bounce n***a
We in the VIP section smoking an ounce n***a
What you about n***a?
And let it bounce baby
All of that ass in those jeans poking out baby
What you about baby? (x2)

(Kinfolk)
Bottle after bottle pourin it up
Getting down to the bottom pu some more in my cup
D-fro pack a bowl while i'm rollin a blunt
Zig zag fulla loud is you blowin' or what?
Got the club so smokey you'd think you in the clouds
Head spinnin still drinkin as i'm walking through the croud
Let baby hit the tree now it's girls gone wild
And the higher that she got the more shit went down
Yeah, and I'm buzzed off bacardi
Stumbling through the party and smoking like Bob Marley
When the blunt hits skunk shit, one hit you done with
Lungs thick from weed smoke from a big bong rip
Yeah, and I ain't done yet n***a, twist another L, but this time make it bigger
I be getting fucked up everybody know me, blowin' by the OZ all drinks on me

(Chorus)
So let it bounce n***a
We in the VIP section smoking an ounce n***a
What you about n***a?
And let it bounce baby
All of that ass in those jeans poking out baby
What you about baby? (x2)

(D-fro)
I'm lighting fingers to the third degree, burning tree
Name an emcee that's first to me, D
I hope you understand it
Most fake ass rappers can't get a hand grip
On how quick that the man rips
I'm positively elevating constantly i'm celebrating
Honestly i'm never waiting
Possibly its it's fond of me to
Find a beat and show my patience to all you fucking critics
Now throw your hands up bitch and show us that you're with it
Even before i spit it i know you'll never forget it
I'm in it to win it you in to get diminished
Replenish before i finish every sentence to all you gimmics
Sittin and listening to the penmanship written while under influence
Of doing some bad shit, got my tactics, magic kush like a hat trick
Bush weed fantastic , reading you scholastic
Way beyond the classic call it jurassic, harass it get your ass kicked
For asking bastard