[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