slump6s – bone lyrics
[chorus]
i f+ck around, put a rack in a zone
f+ckin’ that ho, i ain’t bringin’ her home
n+gga’s, they callin’, ain’t pick up the phone
i call my brudda, to tell him i’m on
big glock, send that n+gga to rome
big dog, i just need me a bone
walk into choo wit’ my bruddas, b+tch
i’m finna ball wit’ my bruddas, huh?
i get money, what a mother+, huh?
i’m the top dog, ain’t no other, huh?
pulled off, in that hummer
you know lil’ kota, f+ckin’ up the summer
run up a check, then i get another
b+tches get checked, then we pushin’ under, huh?
[verse]
i just might hit up rodeo
yeah, my b+tch, she [?] (ha)
p+ssy get knotted like kayo, yeah
i’m wit’ my ho, n+gga, kato, yeah
spin his crib, look like a draco, yeah
big f+ckin’ chop, it’s a draco, yeah
hop off thе flight, i go right to the stu’
’cause thesе n+ggas know that i don’t play ho, yeah
i did this sh+t on my own (yeah)
on bro, this sh+t not a joke, uh+huh
my wrist, it look like a boat, uh+huh
hop on the beat, and i float, uh+huh
tried to push me, but he choked, uh+huh
tried to push me, but he sold out
told that b+tch she wasn’t doin it right
now that b+tch started usin’ her whole mouth
you was supposed to be the realest n+gga
how the f+ck you turn to a ho now?
i’m only seventeen, been countin’ figures
i’m finna go buy me a home now
that n+gga tweakin’, he still off them jiggas
now n0body callin’ his phone now
these n+ggas really be b+tchin’ in us
i’m finna go fly right to rome now
i got yo’ b+tch in the room
i’m in la, not talkin’ capone, ah
i really been in my zone
i got women to buy my chrome, ah
rockin’ sh+t, you get jowned
all this stress sh+t, leave me alone, hah
b+tch, i been tickin’ you on
i don’t know what the f+ck he be on, ah
[bridge]
i ain’t wit’ that
n+ggas b+tch, and i know they be kit+kat
catch yo’ brudda, boy, go get ya’ l!ck back
me and you, n+gga, that sh+t a miss+match
arp on my lap, it go, “cl+t+clat”
and that glock in my hand, it got kickback
i might sign on yo’ ass gettin’ kickback
i ain’t lackin’ b+tch i’m stayin’ wit’ that
got yo’ ho bro, come get yo’ b+tch back
in a big body, b+tch, i’ma peel off
n+ggas talkin’ ’bout that, that done fell off
p+ssy n+gga, you ain’t even been on
disrespectful lil’ n+gga, get spit on (ack+tff)
what you gon’ do ’bout it?
how yo’ b+tch a lil’ ho, you ain’t knew ’bout it?
took yo’ b+tch, and i bought her a new body, hrr
[chorus]
i f+ck around, put a rack in a zone
f+ckin’ that ho, i ain’t bringin’ her home
n+gga’s, they callin’, ain’t pick up the phone
i call my brudda, to tell him i’m on
big glock, send that n+gga to rome
big dog, i just need me a bone
walk into choo wit’ my bruddas, b+tch
i’m finna ball wit’ my bruddas, huh?
i get money, what a mother+, huh?
i’m the top dog, ain’t no other, huh?
pulled off, in that hummer
you know lil’ kota, f+ckin’ up the summer
run up a check, then i get another
b+tches get checked, then we pushin’ under, huh?
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