BONES - Bitches act hard til' I gotta pull they card

BONES Eddy Baker Bitches act hard til' I gotta pull they card

Block get hot and they get cold feet
Tock go the clock, in the dark I weep
Laser with the dot, cocked back when I sleep
Pop, now you rot, farewell to the weak
Drop give me twenty, Sergeant BONES do you dirty
Purple heart, black lungs, camouflage, Glock 30 Pow pow pow
Hanging out the sunroof, cracking like a blunt do
Fuck what you 'bout, give a fuck what you going through
Came up on my own two
Put you on mute talking 'bout how I owe you
Bitch, I made you, bitch, I came through
Burnt down the game, can't nobody save you (Ayy)

Bitches act hard til' I gotta pull they card
Now they acting like some hoes, oh no
Smoking, living large, pulling up in candy cars
TeamSESH to thе urn I go, oh