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Tryna get my pockets swole, my boy he called me up and said "BONES we need you on the block, some busters need to see they grave" I hopped out the bed and grabbed the dope that's on my nightstand Rolled one up and hopped inside the hoopty, I'll be right there Eyes red, ready to buck Clickin' off them evil blunts Bitches acting super tough 'til they see me steppin' up Me, I hit the corner oh-so hard my tire damn near popped Thеn I saw my boy and saw them pussies that was talkin' hot Threw that bitch in park and hoppеd out clickin', let the weapon spark Then they got to running while I'm chasing, 'bout to peep the spot Standing over his body, now he crying, shaking, something sweet Slowly dying, I'm replying, "Time to meet the reaper, B" (Fuck around, get your head cracked) Psychopathic maniac (Brains on the pavement) Once I pull it, ain't no comin' back (Fuck around, get your head cracked) Psychopathic maniac (Brains on the pavement) Once I pull it, ain't no comin' back Mr. 2-11, comin' straight up out the morgue, ho' Stick you for everything you own, but problem is I need more, ho' Damn motherfucker tried to play me for a plug, bitch I pull up with demons every night and watch 'em dump clips Pull up when the block is hot (Hot) Lookin' for the cat don't stop (Stop) We need it done like the problem Letras de cancionesI get it poppin', whatever you want (What?) Lookin' at my face, don't bother me I would never try to go cry to me I cannot give a fuck, ride with the system up, bass in the trunk With a pound or three And it be like that, yeah, yeah Bitch, it be like that, uh Yeah, it be like that What? Ayy, BONES Deergod, SESH From Letras Mania