Brainsick Bounce Z (of Firing Squad) (Ft. Kamikazi)

[Chorus: Z]
The brainsick bounce (bounce)
Brainsick bounce (bounce)
I'm in this game, but they want fire in the studio
My band is on the grind (grind)
Brainsick bounce
The brainsick bounce (bounce)
(Get it happening in this mu'fucka)
Brainsick bounce (bounce)
Up in the function they want something on the stage
Then we gon' walk 'em through the dungeon (brain)
Brainsick bounce
The brainsick bounce
For the brainiacs, we worldwide rapping
C'mon
(Brainsick Muzik's talking over the show)
Brainsick bounce
The brainsick bounce (bounce)
(Get it happening in this mu'fucka)
(Brainsick Muzik's talking ovеr the show)
Brainsick bounce
The brainsick bouncе (bounce)
Brainsick bounce

[Verse 1: Z]
Look, I go dummy like the cops asking questions
Nam sayin' (I don't know)
Run the money or the cops asking questions
I ain't playing (yeah)
Catch me skanking my dig-nation, I be patient 'bout this cheese (cheese)
Many faces that relating, 'cause I say shit when I'm free
Look the Brainiacs on Brainsick like my face that on my team (team)
Fit 'em on the West side
I'm North forbid with these grips set on the sweet
Look, I heat the bootlegs on our roof cause I'm sitting on the silly (silly)
But these rappers look like 2-1-4 when Brain step in the building (ahhh)
Don't feel me up like "really homie"
Like what the fuck they dealy? (ugh)
Man y'all kill me
I work for milli
If I break it you can bill me (hahaha)
But the brainiacs in the building are probably all thinking we kick it like Tech and [Betts?]
And I'm right back on the skrilly punching knee soles with this Jerry stick (stick)
Like fuck a favorite ready yet (ready yet)
I'm already set squeeze (squeeze)
I'll put the heavy set to this cigarette like you better not breathe
Cheddar kept on my Fetty vet
Now my letters rap Zs
I'll be on Yeti steps
You can bet I'm better than my intellect breathe (breathe)
They bounce on these 6-4s ass and checks (whoo)
I roll a ounce in the 64 perfectly rapped (perfect)
I told these rappers better tip-toe cause it hurt when I slap (waa)
This backhand'll leave your lip swole and I ain't jerking it back (motherfucker)
That boy Z talk heat weapons
Six swishers for each session
They can't get off my beat selection
I seem sick (Eww)
We ride around with beat slappers
64s and bucks is dragging (The brainsick bounce)
Talk wrong we up and at 'em
Brainiacs equipped (c'mon)