Hustle Bones Death Grips

[Intro]
Give a fuck what you heard
Yeah, fuck what you heard
'Fore this real shit kicked your whole clique to the curb
What, what
What, what
But you don't hear me though

[Pre-Chorus]
Run up bitch to the death get gripped, my steeze is ballin' out
Of control; what you know 'bout bubblin'
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth

[Chorus]
Hustle bones comin' out my
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my
Comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my
Comin' out my mouth

[Verse 1]
That hot lic a shot
Never not strapped
With a Glock tongue cocked
Run it back
That knock a cop off unconscious molotov cocktailin' sound bomb a snitch
Flat line of chalk drawn 'round the clock too many marks dropped to count the stiffs
Stuck on the fence
How does it feel?
It don't make sense
Nothing is real
That rip you a new one trick, I'm the true one
And only never know me never will, no son
Leave you laid out to fade out
Show a cunt the door
Hit and run
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth