Dont get too comfortable, the moneys for motherfuckers finna punish you
Come for you, for the darkest shit, dumber than dumb when the substance lit
Little bit nice when the dank is in em
The little tie dyes are my favorite visions
Study Geto Boys and they gangsta-isms, cause if I didnt have rap I would strangle women
From the 40 farm with the black cap back, runnin out the whip cause the slap crash fast
Got a mask and a vest and a massive aggression
Im packin a pistol, its natural selection
You packin the bowl and you pass to the next one
Cold in the soul so practice affection but fuck it, lets get it tragic in Texas
Hydrocodones on my face, itches scratchin till I go faceless
This basements where we get wasted and make these tapes so nonsensical
Walk into school, follow the laws of the mystic rule
Pickin they pockets and lickin a shot
Cause you missing the point if you think that my mission is profit
What
Bad motherfucker and my attitude match that
Get cashed and I see those flashbacks
All black with the motherfuckin rat pack
Big blunt full of dope, I ash that
Im in the grave six feet deep, got a big screen no HD
I flick ash and watch TV, N64 no PS3
MAC D.L.E on my speaker box, call the cops my speakers not
White thug, never gave a fuck
Gettin rich quick, tell me why we should stop
My razor blade in my right hand, brass knuckles up in my left
Not acting hard, just being Bones, just rolling drugs on my step
Yeah
Cup full of that life
Swisher full of that death
Skull full of them dollar signs, its safe to say that Im cashed
Eric up in the back
Sik ridin that shotgun
Bones grippin that woodgrain
Even red lights couldnt stop Yung
Im gone