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u know dat (bounce out edition) - vonoff1700 lyrics

[intro: g herbo & vonoff1700]
(gang sh*t, n*gga, you know that)
(ayy, lil’ bro, f*ck these n*ggas, man, gang, gang) alright
(you know n*ggas gon’ d*ck ride, they still d*ck ridin’, been d*ck ridin’)
(we got the opps d*ck ridin’, but we ain’t even trippin’, we still on bullsh*t)
free my hood, n*gga, f*ck your hood, n*gga (f*ck the opps)
i’m still on the ave where it’s all good, n*gga (f*ck the opps and they hoods)
okay, come on

[verse 1: vonoff1700]
one of the opps just died (his dumb ass), we finna dig his ass up and k!ll him again (sh*t, you know that)
that n*gga survivin’ nines, i bet he gon’ die, he get hit with this big*ass ten (you know that)
to all the opps, i hope y’all enjoyin’ life ’cause most of y’all sh*t finna end (y’all finna die)
try to go hang with the opps, your ass gon’ die, that’s somethin’ i don’t recommend (dumbass, dumbass)
the opps so goofy, thеy dumb ass came through spinnin’ and k!lled an old*ass man (they slow ass)
it’s finna gеt hot outside, can y’all pretty please post so we can come through with the fans?
shootin’ the micro drac’ without no gloves and that b*tch burned my hand (ah, sh*t)
one of the opps ot, he finna come back, we k!llin’ him soon as he land (his dumb ass)
hit his ass all in his back, the b*tch ain’t die, but we changed the way he stand (we f*cked him up)
i’m young and turnt, that b*tch gon’ suck my d*ck as soon as she see my pants (for real, f*ck)
that n*gga wasn’t usin’ his head, so i shot him in it, now i bet he understand (his dumb ass)
famous just beat that body, now who want smoke? we passin’ it out firsthand

[chorus: vonoff1700]
okay, we layin’ the belt on the opps, you know that
12 hit the lights, don’t stop, you know that
i know he don’t got no motion, he broke as f*ck, he keep on postin’ throwbacks (you know that)
we bounced out on him, his ho ass had his gun, but his b*tch ass just ain’t blow back (you know that)
we hit his ass so many times, he was still movin’, so i told lil three to go back (okay, you know that)
[verse 2: vonoff1700]
the opps so g*y, they ain’t never in they hood, they probably somewhere with diddy (they g*y ass)
you n*ggas is not my opps, y’all broke as f*ck, y’all can’t even leave the city (the f*ck?)
lil three told me, “just focus on rap, everybody out west know we get busy” (we wild)
caught him on austin, left his dumb ass in the alley, you would think we was watchin’ disney (his dumb ass)
yeah, i’m ‘posed to be up in the stu’, but i’m up in the hot spinnin’ ’til i get dizzy (i’m spinnin’)
it’s a lot of bunk sh*t in the city, somebody go tell her, i wanna f*ck on sizzy (you know that)
i’m pourin’ up four after four, i don’t really care, it’s basically f*ck my kidneys
when i up this hundred, please do not d*ck ride ’cause you b*tch*ass n*ggas won’t with me

[chorus: vonoff1700 & g herbo]
okay, we layin’ the belt on the opps, you know that
12 hit the lights, don’t stop, you know that
i know he don’t got no motion, he broke as f*ck, he keep on postin’ throwbacks (you know that)
we bounced out on him, his ho ass had his gun, but his b*tch ass just ain’t blow back (you know that)
we hit his ass so many times, he was still movin’, so i told lil three to go back (drench gang, you know that)

[verse 3: g herbo]
big g herbo, call me big g swerve, lil’ n*gga got rich off words
rich off rappin’, way before that, we was blowin’, i used to be bendin’ the curb (skrrt)
keep on scorin’, they keepin’ k!llin’, i’m tourin’, i’m already knowin’ you heard
dissin’ lil’ bro in his raps ’til foenem caught him and he got his dumb ass burnt
i took loss after loss, ain’t hear me complain not once, i’m still out here turnt
don’t give a f*ck is costs, i’m stackin’ up brand new money with money i earned (yeah)
everybody know i’m the boss, might give you the sauce with all this sh*t i’ve been learin’ (all this sh*t i’ve been learin’)
glock 40 right on my hip, b*tch toppin’ me off in the whip, i can’t even turn it
empty everything out the clip, you get put in the dirt for your lip, turn your ass to a turnip (grr)
stretchin’ whoever you with, roll a opp ho right in the river like tina turner
drac’ got a rubber grip, on cap, i’ll heat this b*tch up like a furnace
catch a n*gga playin’ his strip, make his ass a zip, now they sayin’ he ain’t deserve it (f*ck him)
i never cared, ain’t got no feelings, my heart dark, i think it’s permanent
all year long, my youngins drillin’, let’s play ball, we won a tournament
bullets hot, i know the feelin’, that’s why i be always nervous
shootouts on the e*way, watch them mirrors, opps be always mergin’
2012 and ’13, all december, we was out there purgin’
take another hundred to the dealer, switch my whip, it’s urgent
when i flew to l.a. like a clipper, you was still a virgin (lil’ n*gga)
blood all on my hands and i couldn’t wash that sh*t off with detergent
[outro: g herbo & vonoff1700]
g herbo
i be spittin’ facts
said i wasn’t goin’ back, somehow i’m right back in the ‘raq
told him get some money, he just want another hat
i’ll get your block spinned right now for an ounce of crack (lil’ n*gga)
ayy, look, free my hood, n*gga, f*ck your hood, n*gga
we’ll come extort your hood, n*gga (you know that)
this sh*t finna get crazy, man (real crazy)
when i drop, man (get the f*ck out the way)
y’all might as well get the f*ck out my way, man, ’cause this sh*t finna get crazy
you n*ggas don’t even wanna—, man, i don’t know
free my hood, n*gga, f*ck your hood
all the opps finna die, foe

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