[VERSE 1: BONES] Doped up Take drugs and I'm posting up On the stoop just rolling up Too many blunts, she say \"hold up\" Just ridin' 'round raining out, so we slidin' round Bass baning like thunder storms Talk down see me pulling that lighting out And I'll strike ya, like striker See I roll your ashes and light ya Either way I'm with the team Or I'm with the KLVN Either way I ain't about to fight ya We're gonna find ya, and teach ya That everything ain't peaches See everything ain't gravy Get no handshake when I see you, [bad word] [BONES: HOOK(x2)] Getting cash, flowing fast Loading up my golden gat Golden 'Lac, diamond wheel Go so slow I'm riding still Living life so lavish I'm living life so lavish I got blunt guts in the basement I got blunt wraps in the attic
[VERSE 2: BONES] I'm lurking, I'm swerving I roll blunts tighter than turbans little turbulence on the .36 Going 96, that's murder See, 187 my rhyme scheme Rolex on my time piece Cuban Link on my [bad word] neck I made that off of rhyming things And now I'm rhyming still, rhyming still Go so slow that I'm riding still