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Death Grips - Hustle Bones (Official video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stefan Burnett
Stefan Burnett
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Hill
Zach Hill
Songwriter
Andy Morin
Andy Morin
Songwriter
Stefan Burnett
Stefan Burnett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andy Morin
Andy Morin
Producer
Zach Hill
Zach Hill
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Give a fuck what you heard, yeah
Fuck what you heard
For this real shit, kicked your whole clique to the curb
What, what
What, what
But you don't hear me though
[Verse 2]
Run up, bitch, till the death get gripped
My steeze is ballin' out
In control of what you know 'bout bubblin'
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
[Verse 3]
Hustle bones comin' out my
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my
Comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my
Comin' out my mouth
[Verse 4]
That hot liquor shot, never not strapped
With a glock tongue cocked, run it back
That knock a cop off unconscious
Molotov cocktailin' sound, bomb a snitch
Flat line of chalk drawn 'round the clock
Too many marks dropped to count the stiffs
Stuck on the fence, how does it feel?
It don't make sense, nothing is
[Verse 5]
They'll rip you a new one, trick, I'm the true one
And only never know me, never will, no, son
Leave ya laid out to fade out
Time to show a cunt the door, hit and run
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
[Verse 6]
Hustle bones comin' out my
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my
Comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my
Comin' out my mouth
[Verse 7]
Yeah, I can't wait to blast
Blood stained knuckle, brass gives a fuck
Sick with the flavor, that ex con
Hard to the bone, darkness from the zone
Mastered and pushed far beyond
Eons beyond, the line never crossed
Why them punks livin' soft while I ride that bomb?
Dr. Strangelove
Into the sun, look, no hands, megaton
We're like man, we can't lose, no shit, no shit
[Verse 8]
That hit it till it drip with the blood of the raw way
It was for them, forgot what they were doin'
Makes slang tough, tough, gon' original
Fuck the wrong way
Only one real way to work that shit
Out the beat streets, spit uber freaky shit
Hell flame to your brain, blood thirst
[Verse 9]
What, what
What, what
What, what
What, what
Run it back, run it
[Verse 10]
Run up, bitch, till the death get gripped
My steeze is ballin' out
In control of what you know 'bout bubblin'
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
[Verse 11]
Hustle bones comin' out my
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my
Comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth
Hustle bones comin' out my
Comin' out my mouth
[Verse 12]
Criminal intent, anti-illegal ill
Thief in the night, peel your life back, spin the wheel
Criminal intent, anti-illegal ill
Thief in the night, peel your life back, spin the wheel
Criminal intent, anti-illegal ill
Thief in the night, peel your life back, spin the wheel
Criminal intent, anti-illegal ill
Thief in the night, peel your life back, spin the wheel
Run it back, run it
Written by: Andy Morin, Stefan Burnett, Zach Hill
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