BONES

[Chorus]
I'm from the cold
Where a motherfucker quick to sell his soul
You'd like to know
How to flick up on a pack and leave the bones
Well I don't know ya
Like you're from the nolia
Boy don't move your feet
A fucking soldier
Who came out of nowhere
Murder on the scene
Just getting mean on 'em
Ion even gotta do it
Got a team that'll shoot a beam on 'em
Red and green just like it's seasonal
Cannot keep up with my pace you need to move
Fuck up out my face or you gon learn about the rules bitch

[Verse 1]
I really do's it
Don't learn when that tool hit, and have contusions
Bitch cause when it's up, up, up and it's stuck
Guess what
I'll bust a slug, through your motherfucking guts
Buck up
Up up my wrist
You don't wanna see that motherfucker hit
I'm like the tip, of a shiv
The way I rip into this shit
I feel like Wick
Way I empty, load it, blow it out the clip
That boy got lint in his pocket, but still talking out his lip?
I got a dick like a rocket it, and it's launched into yo bitch
I'm fucking up
Yuh, I hit the sky from outer space like I'm on fire
Don't need to lurk around yo bitch she wanna fuck me boy
And you know I just might
Pull up out her tracks and when I fuck I like the flesh tight

[Bridge]
Uh, uh, uh
And bitch I'm back at it
Like a crack addict
Take your breath no asthmatic
Bitch, I'm a bad habit
No semi it's automatic
It's automatic, yuh
No semi it's automatic
It's automatic, yuh

[Verse 2]
Brace for the hit
My minds a deadly weapon
Very mighty
You'll miss migraines when I blow your head off
In the high rise I95 with 9 lives
Drinking mai tais, oh, my, my
I hope they never see the bright side
No bright side
His body stranded, it's a high tide
The night sky, filled by the moon
And it got wide eyes, there's no hiding
You can run but boy my snow tires don't get tired
No pussy you ain't from the cold

[Chorus]
Where a motherfucker quick to sell his soul
You'd like to know
How to flick up on a pack and leave the bones
Well I don't know ya
Like you're from the nolia
Boy don't move your feet
A fucking soldier
Who came out of nowhere
Murder on the scene
Just getting mean on 'em
Ion even gotta do it
Got a team that'll shoot a beam on 'em
Red and green just like it's seasonal
Cannot keep up with my pace you need to move
Fuck up out my face or you gon learn about the rules bitch