​bone lyrics

[Chorus]
I f*ck around, put a rack in a zone
f*ckin' that ho, I ain't bringin' her home
n*gga's, they callin', ain't pick up the phone
I call my brudda, to tell him, "I'm on" (Flatt)
Big Glock, send that n*gga to Rome
Big dog, I just need me a bone
Walk into Choo wit' my bruddas, b*tch
I'm finna ball wit' my bruddas, huh? (Flatt, flatt)
I get money, word to mother (Flatt)
b*tch, I'm the top dog, ain't no other, hoe (Top dog)
Pulled off, in that hummer
You know lil' 'Kota f*ckin' up the summer
Run up a check, then I get another
b*tches get checked, then we pushin' under, uh

[Verse]
I just might hit up Rodeo, yeah
My b*tch, she back in LA though (Ha)
pus*y get knotted like Kayo, yeah
I'm wit' my ho, n*gga, Kato, yeah
Spin his crib, look like a Draco, yeah
Big f*ckin' chop', it's a Draco, yеah
Hop off the flight, I go right to the stu'
'Cause thеse n*ggas know that I don't play ho, yeah
I do this sh*t on my own, yeah
On bro, this sh*t not a joke, uh-huh (Flatt, flatt)
My wrist, it look like a boat, uh-huh
Hop on the beat, and I float, uh-huh
Tried to push me, but he choked, uh-huh
Tried to push me, but he sold out
Told that b*tch she wasn't doin' it right
Now that b*tch started usin' her whole mouth
You was supposed to be the realest n*gga
How the f*ck you turn to a hoe now?
I'm only seventeen, been countin' figures
I'm finna go buy me a home now
That n*gga tweakin', he still off them jiggas
Now nobody callin' his phone now
These n*ggas really be b*tchin' in US
I'm finna go fly back to Rome now
I got yo' b*tch in the room
I'm in LA, not talkin' Capone, ah
I really been in my zone
I reward myself by buyin' Chrome, ah
Rockin' sh*t, you get jowned
All this stress sh*t, leave me alone, ha
b*tch, I been tickin' you on
I don't know what the f*ck he be on, ah
[Bridge]
I ain't wit' that
n*ggas b*tch, and I know they be kit-kat
Catch yo' brudda, boy, go get ya' lick back
Me and you, n*gga, that sh*t a miss-match
ARP on my lap, it go, "Clit-Clat"
And that Glock in my hand, it got kickback
I play soccer, yo' ass gettin' kicked back
I ain't lackin', b*tch I'm stayin' wit' that
Got yo' ho lil' bro, come get yo' b*tch back
In a big body, b*tch, I'ma peel off
n*ggas talkin' 'bout that I done fell off
pus*y n*gga, you ain't even been on (What, what)
Disrespectful lil' n*gga, get spit on (Ack-Tff)
What you gon' do 'bout it?
How yo' b*tch a lil' ho, you ain't knew 'bout it?
Took yo' b*tch, and I bought her a new body, hrr

[Chorus]
I f*ck around, put a rack in a zone
f*ckin' that ho, I ain't bringin' her home
n*gga's, they callin', ain't pick up the phone
I call my brudda, to tell him, "I'm on" (Flatt)
Big Glock, send that n*gga to Rome
Big dog, I just need me a bone
Walk into Choo wit' my bruddas, b*tch
I'm finna ball wit' my bruddas, huh? (Flatt, flatt)
I get money, word to mother (Flatt)
b*tch, I'm the top dog, ain't no other, hoe (Top dog)
Pulled off, in that hummer
You know lil' 'Kota f*ckin' up the summer
Run up a check, then I get another
b*tches get checked, then we pushin' under, uh