Timberlake - BONES, Juicy J

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, yea 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, Imma 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

I got 2 bad bitches sucking at the same time

The way they have my toes curled up should be a crime

Roll me up some killer, bitch, I smoke that homicide

Doctor did a CAT scan, he said "Boy ya brain's fried"

I sent goons out to meet ya, it won't be no drive-by

Put a ticket on ya head, now that's money on ya mind

Nine figure nigga, yeah, multimillionaire

All my ice hittin', I feel like a Frigidaire

Tony Montana with the gold silverware

And I come from north Memphis, lions, tigers, grizzly bears

All these niggas hatin' cause I'm winnin' and they ain't

All these quarters in my lungs, I feel like a piggy bank

I feel like a piggy bank

I feel like a piggy bank

All these quarters in my lungs, I feel like a piggy bank

What you hoes think?

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, yea she mine, mine, mine

Anytime I get low, I get high, high, high