.223 - BONES

517 until the grave

.223 at your brain

Two million blunts to the face

Bones 'bout to make a stain

Pulling up, rolling deep

Prototypes on my feet

Touch the paint, you get beat

Touch the ice, feel the heat

Try to rob me?

That’s a no, no

AUG and that bitch blow, blow

With the team, never ever solo

Push it, shit, push it back in slow-mo

Ayy, 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 doomed

24 karat cover my tomb

Don’t make me go back to the shit I used to do (SESH)

Ice cold mason, pressed juice vagrant

Hundred fifty dollar candles posh with the fragrance

Need to leave the city soon, I need me some acres

Raise my son right 'til my bones turn ancient

Back on the motherfuckin' prowl (Woo)

I’m the past and the future and the fuckin' right now

Blunt guts by the pile, only purchasin' in pounds

Habits that I got demand a lot of my account

517 until the grave

.223 at your brain

Two million blunts to the face

Bones 'bout to make a stain