Man of the Year (Single)

[Intro] Y-y-y-yeah [Hook] Bruh I see, girls everywhere Titties, ass, hands in the air It’s a party over here Shake it for the man of the year Uh ma-man of the year Ma-man of the bounce [Hook x2] [Bridge] Uuh, (uuh) A-huh, (a-huh) Bounce, bounce, bounce [Verse 1] Yeah, home of the party and the trees Sunny la-land of the G's Please let a nigga breathe Tank top top down for the breeze Burnt lips got a blunt full of weed Peace, love, enemies Nigga I ain't come for the beef You ain't know she came for the skeet? Got pipe for the cheeks Nigga, I'm the life of the beat Fuck that bitch, she ain't gotta eat B-Bounce for the crown You be hating and I still hold it down When you round man the girls never lounge Man I heard you a hound Bruh man, that bitch need a pound Tip tip tip, bounce out her gown Hands high to the sound Uh yeah I'm the rich nigga now Bi-bitch, I'm the talk of the town Make a bitch run her mouth Go south for the border; Pop pop pop, down to the floor Bounce [Bridge] [Hook x3] [Bridge x3] [Verse 2] Home of the slangin' on the curb Weed card every corner sell herb Watch you fly to a bird Nigga I could pitch you a curb Let this real shit occur Make mills from a verb Nigga cop a crib in the burbs Nigga you ain't said nothing but a word Smoke something for ya nerve Home of the paid on the first Then nigga going broke by the third Bounce for the crown Fast forward getting real tell me now Every dog need a cat to meow Every once in a while I see hands in the crowds See whites, blacks blazing a pound, ju-jumping around Tits, ass bump out her gown B-b-b-bounce from the ground High for the sound This verse straight from the morgue Pop Pop Pop down from the floor Bounce [Bridge] [Hook x3] [Bridge x3]