BONEZ (feat. Zodiac Killers)

Have you ever noticed how you come across somebody once

In a while that you shouldn't have fucked with

A-a-a-aye zero

DJ Eryxse on this bitch

Got hella bones in the backyard, these players they just act hard

Deal him out a hand and tell the pussy, pick a card

I was sweeping across every block at 14 with no car

How you busta's 27, scared to slide, and wearing bras? (Bitch)

I just popped a perc, 'nd got another for my twizz

Hanging out the window, supercharger, let it spin

Zero caught a body, brodie walk in with a grin

Fucking up the game, on the mat, and in the clench

Closest shot at playing that you got was on the bench

Vacuum seal, ceramic, wrap it, move the pack, repeat again

Moved a couple 10 bands, they all acting like they kin

I'ma unload every bullet in this bitch, I ain't your friend

UGH, UGH, I ain't your friend

Black Lamborghini, Arkham city, Batman

Weed stank bad, new strain, dirty dan

Walk-in with a single, I come out and I got twins

Whats up hoe, got that pole, and you know that shit gon' blow

Running up in your crib like what's up

Bitch, and then proceed to mow

Mow you down with the nine, you can hear the trigger chime

Bitch, I do this all the time, hit you up like Columbine

Got the police on my ass, I put the pedal to the floor

Me and Eryxse got the cash, we dripped in black

From head to toe, 150 on the dash I'm finna blast this trap and go

Hollow the king, the saint of sin I'm finna sin until I croak

Teeth Grit to the bones, fist clenched until they thrown

Elbows flyin' top rope, I see the target through my scope

I see your mother losing hope, can't find her baby I suppose

I go home double up my dose and then I'm back out on the road

All white on a drill, that boy thought he saw a ghost

All white in her nose, she a fein for the coke

No bands in your hands, boy, your whole life is a hoax

No gun in your hands, boy, you finna' need the pope

Talkin' all, black caddy, spinning forgis to your addy

Yung Reaper creepin' down the stairs, droppin addies in the attic

Talking fillet on that pussy, leave his body skin and bones

Yung Reaper motherfucker with a nine ready to blow

Like damn, am I trippin', leave his body to the crows

Talkin' Eryxse, Reap, n' Hollow with the underground flow

Talkin' droppin' bodies, droppin' bullets, droppin' Xanis

When I'm moving, droppin' pussies, droppin' mags

Got a UAV up on the map

Like fuck, what's up bro?

Leaving hoes up in your home

Like fuck, shut up ho

Take this dick up in your skull ho

Like fuck, what's up bro?

Leaving hoes up in your home

Like fuck, shut up ho

Take this dick up in your skull ho

Got hella bones in the backyard, these players they just act hard

Deal him out a hand and tell the pussy, pick a card

I was sweeping across every block at 14 with no car

How you busta's 27, scared to slide, and wearing bras? (Bitch)