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作词 : Bones/Elmo O Connor

作曲 : Bones/Elmo O Connor

517 until the grave

.223 at your brain

Too many blunts to the face

Bones 'bout to make a stain

Pulling up, rolling deep

Prototypes on my feet

Just the pain, you get beat

Just the ice for the heat

Try to rob me? That's a no, no

AUG and that ***** blow, blow

With the team, never ever solo

Push it, ****, push it back in slow-mo

Ayy, switchblade on my body (Body)

Profit all in my pocket (Pocket)

Hit the switch and get to droppin'

Got a '64 with hydraulics (What?)

Boom, now you're doomed

24 karat cover my tomb

Don't make me go back to the shit I used to do (SESH)

Ice cold mason, pressed juice vagrant

Hundred fifty dollar candles [?] with the fragrance

Need to leave the city soon, [?] makers

Raise my son right 'til my bones turn ancient

Back on the **********in' prowl (Woo)

I'm the past and the future and the ****in' right now

Blunt guts by the pile, only purchasin' in pounds

Happens that I got the [?] in my account

517 until the grave

.223 at your brain

Too many blunts to the face

Bones 'bout to make a stain