No more walkin, no more talkin
Ima pop it out, out
No more walkin, no more talkin
Ima pop it out, out
No more talkin, no more walkin
Ima pop it out, out
No more talkin, no more walkin
Ima pop it out, out
Ayy, bad to the bizz-one
Glock 9 hit dome
SESH on the welcome mat, the king is hizz-ome
Dope on the countertop, dont think I got a lot
Sippin cold pressed
Step and press and get your melon popped
I dont really give a fuck bout it though
Better than that, Im bout to croak
Bout to kick the bucket, bitch, Im finna buy the farm, ho
Aint nobody get buck like me
Aint nobody finna fuck with me
Aint nobody testin BONES, but please come and try, youll see
No more walkin, no more talkin
Ima pop it out, out
No more walkin, no more talkin
Ima pop it out, out
No more talkin, no more walkin
Ima pop it out, out
No more talkin, no more walkin
Ima pop it out, out
Let me tell you a little story bout a pimp named BONES
Got a beeper on his hip and he grippin on the chrome
Every bone made of gold, pimp cane when he walk
Waterfall when he sip, 9/11 when he spark 
Hos on my dick cause Im lookin like the dead man
Rappers on the line cause they wanna cop a reference
Cup in my left hand, blunt in my right 
Stays in the dark and I always need a light
My skin bright white, like snow in the winter 
BONES big pimpin, now Im feelin like Jigga 
TeamSESH, DeadBoy, outlaw skeleton
Barbwire ribcage, blade be the weapon, yeah
No more walkin, no more talkin
Ima pop it out, out
No more walkin, no more talkin
Ima pop it out, out
No more talkin, no more walkin
Ima pop it out, out
No more talkin, no more walkin
Ima pop it out, out