Trying to 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 thats on my nightstand
Rolled one up and hopped inside the hoopty, Ill 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 talking hot
Threw that bitch in park and hoppеd out clickin, let the weapon spark
Then they got to running while Im chasing, bout to beat the spot
Standing over his body, now he crying, shaking, something sweet
Slowly dying, Im replying, Time to meet the reaper, B
 Psychopathic maniac
 Once I pull it, aint no comin back
 Psychopathic maniac
 Once I pull it, aint no comin back
Mister 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 
Lookin for the cat, dont stop 
You need it done at the bottom, I get it poppin, whatever you want 
Lookin at my face, dont 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, uh, uh
What? Ayy, BONES
Deergod, bitch