| BONES in this bitch, uh, skull on my kicks, uh |
| In this rap game I feel alone in this bitch, uh |
| Rolling out the zip, wait, diamonds on my bitch, hey |
| We could Freaky Friday and still never switch place |
| Go the switchblade, catch 'em when he get home |
| Body in the street, vibrating like a flip phone |
| «Blaow» go the big tone, whole team been on |
| Vest made of Kevlar, body made of pimp bones |
| Got 'em on they tippy-toes, drivin' then I hit the road |
| Last thing he witnessed was my eyes in the night glowing |
| Waited all my life for it (What? What? What?) |
| I stay equipped with something deadly |
| Fuck I look like tryna fight for it? |
| You don’t really wanna do nothin', fuck a discussion |
| Ready to go «Pop-pop-pop» |
| Pussy boy never said nothin', now that boy gushin' |
| Bitch get down-down-down-down |
| Down-down-down-down |
| Yeah |
| What? |
| SESH |
| Pussy |