[Verse 1: Bones]
Won't f** thats a beat track
Won't smoke thats just backwood wraps
She won't ride unless she got somewhere to go
She get high so she don't want to go
She won't f** until she about to go
Cause when she f** she know she got to go
(I know she got to go, yeah)
[Verse 2: Bones]
When im walking in the room
Know im stepping on marble
No cellphone, can't nobody call me
No license no insurance calling
No contracts b**h thats real balling
Pullin up tanks teamsesh be the army
Ride with my brothas
Case you ever want to harm me
Trippin, fallin, jerry king lawler
King of the ring briefcase full of dollars
[Verse 3: Bones]
[?] rip it down roll an ounce
[?] in the trunk
Another pound in the house, yeah
Thats skinny white pimpin
I ain't hangin over pots skinny white whippin
I been flowin, backwoods smokin
Too f**ing young to be going this awful
Blowin on doja, no limits soulja
[?] Glock in the mystical holsta
And that b**h go bang
Creepin in the nights
Switchblade in my hand