Bounce Out With That Remix - YBN Nahmir, Machine Gun Kelly

Aye, YBN I need a piece of this shit hold up

Aye gunna, lately I’m fucking everybody’s bitch

Take they little shit then I throw it on my wrist

I’ma, outlaw never played the politics

In the Grammy’s with a gun until they put me on the list

I had, two pop-stars in the same pic

Now they, two pop-stars on the same dick

Ruthless, who’s bitch did I have at Ruth Chris

Eating up two dicks like Twix

Its the young gun, one ton

Suit case full of Ben Franks in the trunk

Double X

Gang in the flesh

Bounce out with the pistol with the Montclair vest

Oh you mad cause I’m styling on you

We eatin' Penne, all Italian on you

Three albums on you

Man you not really with this shits

You don’t wanna go to war with the twenty one six

Bitch I’ma G

Bitch I’ma freak

My bitch bring two bitches bitch that make three, I say

Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit (fuck a nigga shit)

Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique (pass her to the clique,

nigga)

I say, see me, I don’t got no time for no bitch (time for no bitch)

I just get 'em for the bros, I’m just worried 'bout them chips, I’m a, huh

Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (stay wild)

Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (dog pound)

Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (huh)

Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (grrah, pow, pow, pow)