DontTellMomTheBabySittersDead BONES (Ft. Eddy Baker)

[Intro]
Airblade

[Verse 1: BONES]
Backed in, get back
Insane, pack out
Packin', get actin', get packed out
Back down, pass out
BONES be blacked out
Snuck my snub nose, passed the pat down
Before I act out, I need the dope
Before I lash out, I need to know
Picking up my pistol, flip a riddle
Then I'm ready
Blow

[Verse 2: BONES]
Riding in the motherfucking drop top
Chevy, Imma pedal to the metal
I'ma go like Petty
.45 with a .50
Big trunk got me heavy
Two shots, now he on the stairway to heaven
Pop pop, buck shot
Bitch shut the fuck up
If you live to tell, bitch you done lucked up
I'm the living hell and I know that's fuckеd up
Brain in a cell, if they call, I'm locked up
Bad to thе bone, bone
Heart made of chrome, chrome
Ice in the chain got my blood running cold, cold
Looking at my catalog
Face on my lone, lone
Looking at the world like it's all your fault, fault
Hundred K flow, put em up in a vault
Nobody knows what SESH be about
Only thing right with the world is us
No pass, just puff on the O's in my lungs
HealthySESH