Bandana wrapped around my neck like Im B.G
No tint on the ride, let her see me
They on the decrease, Im on the incline
Forsberg ice, you can stay with the inline
No punchlines, I aint got the fuckin time
Back at lunch time, rappin in the fuckin line
Young legend with the flow like fuck your life
Nice hood, but the alleyway nothin nice
Hand-me-down rags wrapped around my bones
In the back of the limousine, talkin on the phone
No money, no job, no car, no house
Probably somewhere in your neighborhood, rolling up an ounce
And we keep it movin, we zoomin
My bass loud, so we boomin
Cup full of ice cold water
Im living life like a movie
Now thirty blunts, thats groovy
Hundred blunts, thats nothin
Skinny pimp, thats Bones
Got a switchblade thatll cut ya
Im ridin round with my brothers
Im ridin round with my brothers
That skinny pimp named Bones
Got a switchblade and itll cut ya
Im ridin round with my brothers
Im ridin round with my brothers
That skinny pimp named Bones
Got a switchblade and itll cut ya