BONES - .223

517 until the grave.223 at your brainTwo million blunts to the faceBones 'bout to make a stain517 until the grave.223 at your brainTwo million blunts to the faceBones 'bout to make a stainPulling up, rolling deepPrototypes on my feetTouch the paint, you get beatTouch the ice, feel the heatTry to rob me? That’s a no, noAUG and that bitch blow, blowWith the team, never ever soloPush it, shit, push it back in slow-moAyy, switchblade on my body (Body)Profit all in my pocket (Pocket)Hit the switch and get to droppin'Got a '64 with hydraulics (What?)Boom, now you’re doomed24 karat cover my tombDon’t make me go back to the shit I used to do (SESH)Ice cold mason, pressed juice vagrantHundred fifty dollar candles posh with the fragranceNeed to leave the city soon, I need me some acresRaise my son right 'til my bones turn ancientBack on the motherfuckin' prowl (Woo)I’m the past and the future and the fuckin' right nowBlunt guts by the pile, only purchasin' in poundsHabits that I got demand a lot of my account517 until the grave.223 at your brainTwo million blunts to the faceBones 'bout to make a stain