See I don't like a bitch if she looking like Ke$ha And I don't like a bitch if she acting like she better See I don't talk to 'em cause they change like the weather In the winter they fall back and act cold like December Cup of syrup for dinner Motherfuck that chicken They try to get me to sign I'm saying fuck that business, cause I don't like it No I don't Ridin' 'round in that low Low sitting low on 24's Rims poking out like whoa I'm stepping out on the scene It's feeling like it's 9-3 It's sounding like it's 9-6 But the bitch is from the 90's See I'm rapping fast but I'm smoking slow Shredded jeans, young Casey Jones Going hard when I'm coming down Randy Johnson when I'm getting (whoa)
[Hook] What you know about it What you know about it Yeah, What you know about it I'm riding in the caddy with the chrome on the body Swanging lane to lane with the blunt hanging, naughty Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, bitches know that it's Bones, Bones, Bones I be coming with the flow, flow, flow You already, you already