作词 : Bones
作曲 : Bones
517 until the grave
.223 at your brain
Too many blunts to the face
Bones 'bout to make a stain
Pulling up, rolling deep
Prototypes on my feet
Just the pain, you get beat
Just the ice for the heat
Try to rob me? That's a no, no
AUG and that ***** blow, blow
With the team, never ever solo
Push it, ****, push it back in slow-mo
Ayy, switchblade on my body (Body)
Profit all in my pocket (Pocket)
Hit the switch and get to droppin'
Got a '64 with hydraulics (What?)
Boom, now you're doomed
24 karat cover my tomb
Don't make me go back to the **** I used to do (SESH)
Ice cold mason, pressed juice vagrant
Hundred fifty dollar candles [?] with the fragrance
Need to leave the city soon, [?] makers
Raise my son right 'til my bones turn ancient
Back on the **********in' prowl (Woo)
I'm the past and the future and the ****in' right now
Blunt guts by the pile, only purchasin' in pounds
Happens that I got the [?] in my account
517 until the grave
.223 at your brain
Too many blunts to the face
Bones 'bout to make a stain