UndergroundLegends - BONES

What?

SESH

Boo

Rolling up dope

Pimp named Bones, switchblade in my coat

I don’t need hoes, I don’t need dough

Bitch, I’m flowing and going the way the rest won’t go

I’m the best, y’all know, shit, wilding out

One million blunts, now I’m losing count

Riding 'round, it’s just me and Boo

Bucket seats on my old school

Bass in the trunk and it’s knocking and thumping

I’m taking them lanes out my Chevrolet

Jumping and snapping, I’m booming and clapping

I’m shaking the earth like everyday

Everyway, bitches say anything to get a pay

Anything to get it good, that’s just just like everyday

I’m loc’ing, I’m doping, my girl dead, she hopeless

She overdose, I roll a bone, I’m zoning out while I’m smoking

The razor blade flicking, the teenage demon

The slim young punk, in the alleyway scheming

Young Charles Manson, these bitches think I’m handsome

Ain’t showered in a week, still these bitches like cancer

Bitches like anthems but I don’t rap for that

Take a beat and make it mine and then I let you have it back

Bones

When you see me you know

That it’s some shit, 'cause I don’t come out

I’ll be in yo' house, I’m on the couch with the pistol out

When you see me you know

That it’s some shit, 'cause I don’t come out

I’ll be in yo' house, I’m on the couch with the pistol out

When you see me you know

That it’s some shit, 'cause I don’t come out

I’ll be in yo' house, I’m on the couch with the pistol out

When you see me you know

That it’s some shit, 'cause I don’t come out

I’ll be in yo' house, I’m on the couch with the pistol out

Smoking weed to calm me down, 'cause I be the crazy lady

Don’t got my straight jacket, but I got a full metal jacket if you bitches

wanna feel a lot of pain

Come and test my gangsta, I’ma send you hoes to hell

And send yo mama flowers, telling her I wish her well

All black on with the mask like Jason, covering my face, I’m player hating,

you snitching bitches couldn’t tell

You already know how we do it up in Memphis

The rumors are true, man, I catch you bitches slipping

Call my nig, tell him that, I got ammo, grab my gat

You better not think the shit a game, mane

I ain’t no killer but I will do my thang, mane

One, two, three, I’ll send them killers at ya, bitch, I’m a fucking OG

And I smoke OG, K-U-S-H all in me

Got me feeling hella mellow, never met a nigga or a bitch that could stand up

to my team

Snort that coke up off the table, feeling like I’m Scarface

I’ll send pass with all my haters but I quickly erase

Them, they ain’t on my radar no more

All of my niggas, they be trained to go

Fucking with pimping, they will cut your throat

Y’all chase the Caddies with 10's on them hoes

Mane, you hoes weak as water

And most of you sucka ass niggas be flodging

1990's gangsta shit, you don’t wanna jump into the high seat with the piece

again, bitch

When you see me you know

That it’s some shit, 'cause I don’t come out

I’ll be in yo' house, I’m on the couch with the pistol out

When you see me you know

That it’s some shit, 'cause I don’t come out

I’ll be in yo' house, I’m on the couch with the pistol out

When you see me you know

That it’s some shit, 'cause I don’t come out

I’ll be in yo' house, I’m on the couch with the pistol out

When you see me you know

That it’s some shit, 'cause I don’t come out

I’ll be in yo' house, I’m on the couch with the pistol out