Chubbz – Bounty
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Bounty

Feat. Tanukes, Ty Wild

IntroChubbz

Get to the body quick, giving that bounty
Russel beat anyone up in this county
I might ambition the lower stack doubt me
I want a bitch with the ass always bounc-

Verse 1Chubbz

Get to the body quick, giving that bounty
Russel beat anyone up in this county
I might ambition the lower stack doubt me
I want a bitch with the ass always bouncing
They giving me a shots 'cause the bullets stay focused
Top of working every minute baller get a bonus
Bitches always looking at me, they'll be like a locust
All these tryna rappers, but they looking like opponents
I mean it, I'm rapper, I'm doing thе job, if you don't pay me nothing - you finna get robbed
Gеt bitches bodies for papers, if you double crossed me, well, homie, you finna get popped
You send me your goons for eradicate me, pussy, I got my GameBoy, your boys getting mobbed
The scene full of females - the way that I run for, might be a menace, I need to be stopped
Thinking I'm play - just wait to the score short
I'm stopping your guard, so you hundred homos
Bitch, you might get a shot like it's Warzone
Rolling up buck, so I leave 'em in war zone

Verse 2Tanukes

Ay, look, ain't no one hitting a pure phone
Lift tryna snap on their rap and they get to the fro, but they only got four stones, now they get tapping it, baby, more flow
Y'all better cruise for, bet Tanukes a silent shooter
I can show you the figures like private tutor
I can turn an exploiter to math computer
Got that shit in the booth, they be Simon Shooster
Ay, I be really killing my shit, got it emphasized, look
Bitches all stay, but I enterprise, why the fuck I'mma deep space energize, look
Still strapped for the faze, I aim at you, let me see with what you enter when your life is jeopardized
I'm sick of these pussies who wishing them looking at gang with some jealous sides
I'm sick of these snakes and the people I trust, but they really do tell a lies
I'mma cut the ties, I mean I'm cut to Ty, look

Verse 3Ty Wild

Cutting ties with y'all fuckers crime
Bros lost to find, y'all love a lie
Y'all front like to get a hundred mine
But your acolages under mine
Got a pack of strays, still dodging swines
Still packing K's, still upping nines
Don't master face when I up and slide
I'll leave without a trace, so don't fucking try me, lil' bitch
Cold heart and, motherfucker, the match of the shit on my wrist
Young Wild for the demon, big chop leaving 'em think about camo to miss
Think you got some, getting on my best side - only way you get on a list
Opps pray on drop, or the fanboys say shit for me to put out a hit, bitch

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