Bones.

The juice man.

Bye.

Your bitch, yeah, she mine, mine, mine.

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

Bop, bop, I'm a sack.

Come on, drop, drop, drop with your hands in the sky.

Oh, you die, die, die.

Now it's time to move on.

When it's down in the Bible, no seat back.

Don't try to make my life low age like wine.

Sippin' that she fine, negative mind Baby bones not kind, poison in my lungs

Don't bend till I'm done.

Bury me alive with a plus.

Lit, I'm a spit like a kid on the ground.

Always yapping how you stuck in spending bands.

So your bitch get ramped, but your shit get robbed.

We'll be right back.

out to meet you it won't be no drive-by put a ticket on your head now that's money on your mind

Nine-figured nigga, yeah, multimillionaire.

All my eyes hidden, I feel like a fidget dad.

Tony Montana with the gold silverware.

And I come from North Memphis line.

Tigers, grizzly bears.

niggas hatin' cause I'm winnin' and they ain't all these quarters in my lungs I feel like a piggy bank

a piggy bank.

I feel like a piggy bank.

All these

I feel like a piggy bank.

What you hoes think?

Fuck an ace, whatever.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

It's just my, my, my, every time I get low, I get high, high, high.