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Yo DJ play that new BONES song right now!

But still, you just don't hear me though

Robbin' in the 9 'fo

But still, you just don't hear me though

Robbin' in the 9 'fo

Kicking in the door, clip hold 24, I'm home, bitch, what the issue is?

Bitching on the phone to a bitch so loud

You couldn't even hear a DeadBoy enterin'

Caught him in the kitchen, I am fucking on a mission

Twelve shots, motherfuck a pistol whip

He sipping that mud, I slip on that blood

Now the sole on my boots they glistening

Blood spill, spit in his face

Sprayin' him like some fucking mace

Creep pulling up in a G, skull stitched on the seats inside my getaway

Tanqueray in my glass, reminiscing on my fucked up past

Matter of fact bustin' all black but

There's many memories I wish I never had

Kicking back, smoke a blunt

High as fuck, my brain is ripped

Talking to my partner 'bout a play for some guala he down

I'm down, lets hit the strip

Storm clouds every day, even if it's just inside my head

Thunder and lightning, I am coming to strike him

He see BONES and he know he dead

But still, you just don't hear me though

Robbin' in the 9 'fo

But still, you just don't hear me though

Robbin' in the 9 'fo