BlueSkies&AutomaticWeapons - BONES

Rolling down the block

Rolling up a blunt

Hand up on my firearm

Cause you never know

It’s 1991

Two 12's up in the truck

We ride and see the tire marks

Swerving while we pouring up

They love when I hit the switch and get it jumping

Palm trees swinging while we watching the sunset

Why you looking from afar? Babygirl stop fronting

Come kick it with the macs, sit back, and smoke something

Sippin, pouring, tanqueray toasting

Take me back to the nights that I focused

On the hustle the grind, it don’t stop

10 mil in my face, still I never will pop

Get dropped talking down on the SESH boys, you’re done bitch

Body in the river water filling your lungs quick

Goodnight and good luck to you and yours

Hundred spokes poking out, rolling up, blowing doja

Rolling down the block

Rolling up a blunt

Hand up on my firearm

Cause you never know

It’s 1991

Two 12's up in the truck

We ride and see the tire marks

Swerving while we pouring up

Wait, blue skies and automatic weapons

Who am I but a deadman repping

Straight jacket on the flows I step with

The flow get to shaking as soon as I step in

They know who it is and the know who it’s not

Ain’t no sucker better recognize, give me my props

Don’t need no yacht to watch us from the rocks

Just need my cup to be filled to the top