517 (Prod. Greaf)
Bones
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517, MAC-11
Pop yo' fucking head, bitch
211, Ridin' Chevys
Drop it off yo' ass quick
911, Building 7
Crumbling like my casket
Talking not so fast, bitch
BONES make it tragic
Feeling something like Tracy Chapman
Fast car, just overlapped 'em
You dropping, nobody listen
I mmmbop just like the Hansons
Two left feet, I'm never dancin'
Let the blade stand in if I'm ever anxious
Out of dope and all out of patience
Dug my grave, it's time to get to laying
Mud cover my Rolex, I can never tell the time
We changed the game, you stayed the same, rhyme after rhyme
517, MAC-11
Pop yo' fucking head, bitch
211, Ridin' Chevys
Drop it off yo' ass quick
Creeping with a backpack
Got the brim the backpack
I don't fuck with it if it ain't G-SESH
Pussy get back, back
I'ma bring the backpack
Fuck a Kevlar, I ain't shooting with a chest
I will let it fly
Your body cold, I make it rot
I get it rocking, never gon' stop
Pay for your views and act like you pop
Now I'm swinging up the coast
Candy paint drippin' off me
All your flows been used before
Your catalogue like a swap meet
Crop me out the picture
Try your best to banish me
Going ghost, Backwoods smokin'
Hippie drip bitch, and I'm vanishing
Dropping like a damn machine
Don't extend your hand to me
I'll reject it as expected
There's a reason why the game hate on me
'Cause I hate them all
And everyone involved
You make me cringe, but it's straight
I needed a laugh today
Creep while you fast asleep
Dead men never pass away
Even when I'm gone off this planet
I live on in the yard with the graves, yeah
517, MAC-11
Pop yo' fucking head, bitch
211, Ridin' Chevys
Drop it off yo' ass quick
These hoes on me, I don't love 'em back
I'm calling on Voss, I'm sipping on 'yac
These hoes on me, I don't love 'em back
I'm calling on Voss, I'm sipping on 'yac
I keep holding on, holding on
Holding on, holding on
Holding on, holding on
Holding on, holding on
517, MAC-11
Pop yo' fucking head, bitch
211, Ridin' Chevys