Acetone lyrics

[Intro]
Statik Selektah

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Wisconsin, these n*ggas wetter than a sherm head
Never speed down on my opps 'cause I ain't trying to burn bread
Turning heads in the turning lane
Paint vibrant orange and burnt red
.30 clip poking with the third leg
Dumb high, Uncle Bun Billa, you that one guy
It's my honor to represent this UGK alumni
227 Concreatures, Wayne's World, game on
Bought myself a key and changed my name back from James Jones
To Bo Jack, Mr. Press-A-Brick up with a flowjack
Still cook up with a wire coat hanger, I'm a throwback
Barry San' highlight reel, welcome to the twilight zone
Hit it with a two step, cut it with thе acetone
Gang time Mеdellin, we the ones who set the tone
Might not be when you call, but always on time like the metronome
Neighborhood dope dealer spot hot as a pressing comb
More realer, more triller, more thug than Flesh N Bone

[Hook: Bun B]
I put my hands on my pole
A n*gga disrespect, he catch a hole
Just know that you been told
I got that heat to leave you cold
I guarantee that you ain't getting old
Just know that you been told
This game is real, so never fold
That type of sh*t can get you Peter Rolled
Just know that you been told
Because the drama will unfold (Gladiators, The Showoff)
Rolling with James, that n*gga Bold (ConCreatures)
Just know that you been told
[Verse 2: Bun B]
I am not for the games
Too many people died for me to get where I'm at
So don't be playing with my name
'Cause all I got is my word and my testes
And if a n*gga ever try to test these
We sliding like some Gretzkys
Catch you in Cancun, snatch you off the jet skis
f*ck your Sea-doo, wait 'til you see what we do
Swiss cheese, you 'till your see-through, b*tch, we lethal
And it's some where that came from for all of your people
I'll peel your potatoes, split you like a banana
From Long Island to Lewis Manor to Louisiana
And n*gga, when you see me, you bound to lose your manners
And your lunch, when I put your b*tch ass in a crunch
I put a n*gga in a figure-four, sling around like a figure-eight
Figures you's a f*ck-ass n*gga, might as well figure-skate
Eat the food up off a n*gga plate, damn, that say something
R.I.P. to DJ Kay Slay, straight stunting

[Hook: Bun B]
I put my hands on my pole
A n*gga disrespect, he catch a hole
Just know that you been told
I got that heat to leave you cold
I guarantee that you ain't getting old
Just know that you been told
This game is real, so never fold
That type of sh*t can get you Peter Rolled
Just know that you been told
Because the drama will unfold
Rolling with James, that n*gga Bold
Just know that you been told