CrankDatDeadBoy Bones & Na$ty Matt

[Intro: Na$ty Matt]
I'm starting to see space ships on Bankhead!

[Chorus: BONES]
Lean to the right, then I lean to the left
Hundred blunts to the neck, now I feel like death
Crank that dead boy
Crank that dead boy
Crank that dead boy
Crank that dead boy
Lean back, let it snap, do your thang on that bitch, boy
It's 2007, let it bang on a bitch
Crank that dead boy
Crank that dead boy
Crank that dead boy

[Verse 1: BONES]
Stepping on the scene in some cold white Bapes
Rubberband wrist with the princess cut chain
I be pulling out the lot, four wheeler switching lanes
Cliché everything, bling bling, golden ring
Bathtub full of cash, 5% up on the glass
Ultraviole on the lights, take your life when I pass
Hundred one dimebags, smoking so the time pass
Jolly Rancher candy paint, dripping like the pipes bad
People call me ice man, chain like a lighthouse
T-Mobile sidekicking, BONES so iced out
13 beepers, I got 36 phones
62 whips and they all on chrome
Couple butter seats, bitch, my leather so soft
Somewhere in your city with the top blown off
Money out the roof, bitch, we all dying soon
Step right, step left as I dance to my tune, aye