My Friends and I Pt. 2

Lyrics

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
 Bounce, bounce, that- that- that's what's up
 I got my squad on deck
 Yeah, yeah, that's who I rep (Woo, wo)
 We Ziploc tight, we fresh
 Post up with all my friends
 This- this- this- this- this that next (Yeah)
 I'm truly feelin' blessed
 Just cashed out all my checks (Uh-huh)
 Act like you not impressed (Yeah, whatever)
 Monster shorty
 Keepin' it lit-eroni
 Got cheese like macaroni
 Stackin' my ch-ch-cheddar, cheddar, cheddar
 I don't stress
 'Cause I just clear my head
 That meditation flex
 My glow-up effortless
 You know, you know, you know
 My friends and I get down
 And we don't play around
 My DJ got that sound
 Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
 My friends and I get down
 And we don't play around
 My DJ got that sound
 Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
 My friends and I get down
 And we don't play around
 My DJ got that sound
 My friends and I get-
 That's what's up
 This- this- this- this- this that next
 That's what's up
 That's what's up
 Me and my friends, we right back at it again
 And we don't plan on stoppin' so you best to come on in
 We got Henn, we got 'gain, we got gin, we got kin
 We got everything you want and we keep a trunk of funk
 Let the DJ play the record that I love which is mine
 Bring it back, come rewind, let it bang one time
 Yeah, I knew you like to party like I party, like I party
 Dog house, no doubt, now, back, back, back (You know, you know, you know)
 My friends and I get down
 And we don't play around
 My DJ got that sound
 Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
 My friends and I get down
 And we don't play around
 My DJ got that sound
 Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
 My friends and I get down
 And we don't play around
 My DJ got that sound
 Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
 My friends and I get down
 And we don't play around
 My DJ got that-
 B- b- b- bring it again
 That's what's up
 This- this- this- this- this that next
 That's what's up
 My DJ got that sound
 G-g-got his sound
 That's what's up (What, what, what, what?)
 My fam, oh, got that ammo
 The homie know he Rambo
 I'll pull up in camo Lambo
 B-bumpin', it's my jam, oh
 We might seem causin' problems
 We showin' love, that's knowledge (Woo, woo, woo)
 We keeps it movin' on the newness
 Got a lot of options
 So delicious
 That's why the villain's vicious
 My doggies stay ambitious
 We all about our bidness
 My friends all on the payroll
 We countin' up them pesos
 Around the clock we stackin' paper
 Like, "Where did the day go?"

Audio Features

Song Details

Duration
03:51
Key
7
Tempo
140 BPM

Share

More Songs by GRiZ'

Albums by GRiZ'

Similar Songs