.223 (Explicit) - 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 ***** blow blow

With the team never ever solo

Push it **** 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 **** I used to do sesh

Ice cold mason pressed juice vagrant

Hundred fifty dollar candles

Flash with the fragrance

Need to leave the city soon

Naughty missa makers

Raise my son right 'til

My bones turn ancient

Back on the mother****in' prowl woo

I'm the past and the future

And the ****in' 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