Bones Flamma

These people walk ‘round with no backbone
Hit dude in the neck it gon’ come out his cheekbone
I take his head off he had to put it back on
Catch me a body roll up with the strong

I pour straight up drop for my drop zone
Hit his block up he ain’t feel safe at home
These fufu scared cause I post by my lone
Matumbo on me leave ‘em prone

I shoot a young man right out of his clothes
Uh, hit up his torso leave five to ten holes
I put dude down in the ground like a mole

Step in the cut like it’s murder she wrote
Taliban with that AK pistol, the Draico
Step on your block and I give you dismissal
I point the choppa hit you in your nipple

Fuck with Trey Folks and I damn might kill you
Ride with them masked men that’ll drill you
Feelin’ empty this AK pistol fill you
I’m feelin’ famished, make meals of your tissue

I slang some yay at the playground
Me and the block we go way back
I was there when they shot up the playground
You ain’t my brother you a damn hangaround