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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BONES
Vocals
Eddy Baker
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elmo O'Connor
Songwriter
Jamal Ashby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Migu
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Five years later and they still act the same
Talkin' 'bout 'em guns, but we still yet to see you bang
Now my Range, the same color as I, sunroof looking at the sky
Like it's the day, the day we die, I get by
Extraterrestrial, I feel like that all my life
Took a gamble, threw the dice
Hit the jackpot to my surprise
Now I'm rollin in it
Sold out shows, I'm in it
But don't get caught up in it
The night is yours for a minute
But I am more than that ever
Fuck you got to show for it?
You can ride my bump, but the whole way home
I got the tow for it
I keep that metal with me
Make your heart pop, like Jiffy
That anna stay up in me, that hammer hit like Griffy
[Verse 2]
I can never give a motherfuck 'bout who you came with
Break your chains with
Fuck your whip and fuck your chain, bitch
We gon' take that shit
I done dominated the game, bitch
Made my own lane, bitch
We don't know you
We don't owe your ass a fuckin' thang, bitch
[Verse 3]
Bitch, I'm self-made, plus I'm self-paid
Whole street tryna get with the camaign
Been had True Grit like John Wayne
Black tee with the Dickie's, no Balmain
Ghetto superstar when they see me on stage
Still heavy in the streets, 'cause crime pays
They go against me, it's your last day
I'ma kill 'em all slow, not the fast way
Hit a lick, get away like Cascade
Chopper cut his ass down like a damn fade
I'm a real bandit and I won't change
Last Mohican with the war paint
Want blood, want war, and I want pain
Backwoods full of gas and the propane
Good with the bad guys like Shawshank
I'm just tryna do it big like Tom Hanks
Yeah, bitch
Written by: Elmo O'Connor, Jamaal Ashby