​​​​​bone lyrics

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I'ma just sip on the mud, yeah
Ten racks, I can’t-, s- huh
Ten racks, I can’t go, yeah (Go)
She wanna call my phone right now, yeah (She wanna call my-, yeah)
Pfft, uh, smoke that gas, I’m a stoner, ayy
Pass the-, ayy, ayy
She wan’ f*ck?, I’m down, yeah (I’m down)
I been feeling down, yeah
She want-, yeah, yeah
Why she call my phone, yeah? (Why she call my)
Sh- (Uh, uh), she want-, uh, uh, yeah
That b*tch, she got a lil' bone to pick, she play with my boner, yeah (Play with my boner)
Uh, big ass stick, big ass Glock (Big ass Glock)
I can feel that Rick, good ass job
Bad ass bih', give good rimjob
That boy, he say he got a bone to pick, we kill that dawg (Kill that dawg)
Saint Laurent, Saint Laurent
Send that boy to God
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20, we drop 50, mhm
Maybach, yeah we flip it, yeah
The window, yeah, we five percent it, yeah
We get him cut down, he slippin’
.556, don’t miss sh*t
We flip him, that n*gga slippin'
That boy pus*y, we gon’ b*tch him
She a freak, shoot like Piston
You must think, I want attention
I’m doing good
That’s the reason I'm winnin'
Yeah, I'm doing good, ain't no sin
I smoke 'wood, I drink gin
What she want? Spend my bands
She look good, she a ten
Say I shouldn’t, b*tch, I did
I want nucks, I want tinteds
It's 1oneam, I'm listening to Zen
It's 1am, in my feelings again
I'm prayin' to God, I'm like, "Amen"
Why'd I buy this ho sh*t?
He get bombed, a lot of my b*tches keep texting my phone
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These n*ggas be broke, they shoppin' at Ross
Lil' n*gga talkin 'bout smoke, he don't want none of that
I f*ck her good, now she runnin' back
She giving head, where yo' tongue at?
All that Wock', I drunk that
He want to talk, we smoke that
Yeah, new Saint Laurent bag
b*tch ass n*gga, we on that (b*tch ass n*gga, we-)