[00:00.000] 作词 : Bones
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bones
[00:25.574] 517 until the grave
[00:28.440] .223 at your brain
[00:31.661] Too many blunts to the face
[00:35.100] Bones 'bout to make a stain
[00:38.353] Pulling up, rolling deep
[00:41.482] Prototypes on my feet
[00:44.165] Just the pain, you get beat
[00:47.902] Just the ice for the heat
[00:51.293] Try to rob me? That's a no, no
[00:54.480] AUG and that ***** blow, blow
[00:57.752] With the team, never ever solo
[01:01.210] Push it, ****, push it back in slow-mo
[01:04.340] Ayy, switchblade on my body (Body)
[01:05.835] Profit all in my pocket (Pocket)
[01:07.354] Hit the switch and get to droppin'
[01:09.048] Got a '64 with hydraulics (What?)
[01:10.433] Boom, now you're doomed
[01:12.204] 24 karat cover my tomb
[01:13.662] Don't make me go back to the **** I used to do (SESH)
[01:17.162] Ice cold mason, pressed juice vagrant
[01:20.404] Hundred fifty dollar candles [?] with the fragrance
[01:23.661] Need to leave the city soon, [?] makers
[01:26.802] Raise my son right 'til my bones turn ancient
[01:30.139] Back on the **********in' prowl (Woo)
[01:32.231] I'm the past and the future and the ****in' right now
[01:36.637] Blunt guts by the pile, only purchasin' in pounds
[01:39.859] Happens that I got the [?] in my account
[01:42.867] 517 until the grave
[01:45.840] .223 at your brain
[01:48.957] Too many blunts to the face
[01:51.967] Bones 'bout to make a stain

作词 : Bones
作曲 : Bones
517 until the grave
.223 at your brain
Too many blunts to the face
Bones 'bout to make a stain
Pulling up, rolling deep
Prototypes on my feet
Just the pain, you get beat
Just the ice for the heat
Try to rob me? That's a no, no
AUG and that ***** blow, blow
With the team, never ever solo
Push it, ****, push it back in slow-mo
Ayy, switchblade on my body (Body)
Profit all in my pocket (Pocket)
Hit the switch and get to droppin'
Got a '64 with hydraulics (What?)
Boom, now you're doomed
24 karat cover my tomb
Don't make me go back to the **** I used to do (SESH)
Ice cold mason, pressed juice vagrant
Hundred fifty dollar candles with the fragrance
Need to leave the city soon, makers
Raise my son right 'til my bones turn ancient
Back on the **********in' prowl (Woo)
I'm the past and the future and the ****in' right now
Blunt guts by the pile, only purchasin' in pounds
Happens that I got the in my account
517 until the grave
.223 at your brain
Too many blunts to the face
Bones 'bout to make a stain