48843 - BONES

Who’s the wildman now?

I’m Rudy Ruettiger I’ll put you on ya back

And now the doctor gotta suture

Yeah, I’m loaded but won’t shoot at ya

Got a razor in my boot for ya

I throw them bows like Luda (uh)

We pull up, change the temperature

Real motherfucker, you just loyal

I put you on, embrace you as a brother

You’d be spoiled

Every song a coil in my mind’s turmoil

When they put me in the soil, I’mma make the coffin boil

Floorboards creakin'

You in your room sleepin'

Deadboys silent

We lurkin', we creepin'

Now back up on ya head, bitch

Hit a sweep like the feds bitch

Four double eight four three, motherfuck glory

I do this shit so when I die again, nobody mourn me

Too cashed, I’m soaring

All year you tourin'

Your label needs money and your family needs supportin'

It’s Mr. Backroad look I only conversate on burners

White fire make you burn

Chains drag I know you heard us, bitch

Stop, drop, lean with it rock

Snappin' like Dem Franchize Boyz on the block

Always in search of a brighter day

Shoot up the roof and ride away

They said it couldn’t be done

But best believe Bones will find a way

Best believe Bones will find a way

They said it couldn’t be done

But best believe Bones will find a way