Timberlake

BONES The Juice mane Yeah, uh huh Yeah, uh Yeah Lets get it Fuck a 8th, where the O's? Let me buy, buy, buy Timberlake with the K Say bye bye bye Got my hand on ya bitch Yeah she mine, mine, mine Anytime I get low I get high, high, high .45 on my side Come and try, try, try Put your hands in the sky Or you'll die, die, die Now it's time to unwind Windows down in the ride Phone off, seat back, don't try and hit my line Flow aged like wine, sip it now she fine Negative mind, baby BONES not kind Poison in my lungs, dopin' till I'm done Bury me alive with a 150 blunts Lit, I'ma split Like a kid thrown a Bic Always yappin' how you stacking Spendin' bands on your bitch Get ran for your shit, get robbed for your life Set fire to your ice, watch you melt in the light Ba-caw-caw I got two bad bitches sucking at the same time (yeah) The way they have my toes curled up should be a crime (yeah) Roll me up some killer, bitch, I smoke that homicide Doctor did a CAT scan, he said "Boy ya brain's fried" (yeah) I sent goons out to meet ya, it won't be no drive-by (yeah) Put a ticket on ya head, now that's money on ya mind (yeah) Nine figure nigga, yeah, multimillionaire (yeah) All my ice hittin', I feel like a Frigidaire (yeah) Tony Montana with the gold silverware And I come from North Memphis, lions, tigers, grizzly bears (yeah) All these niggas hatin' cause I'm winnin' and they ain't All these quarters in my lungs, I feel like a piggy bank (yeah) Fuck a 8th, where the O's? Let me buy, buy, buy Timberlake with the K Say bye bye bye Got my hand on ya bitch Yeah she mine, mine, mine Anytime I get low I get high, high, high