Lyrics Tru2DaGame - BONES

Tru2DaGame

True to the game, game, motherfuck the fame, fame\nWhen I hit the graveyard, I will be the one the game, game\nSkeleton bang, bang, my gun can do the same thing\nGonna be mo' than bullets shells, droppin' in the Range, Range\nBody rot, body rot, see yo silly ass talk a lot\nHop the whip, then I drop the top, poke yo ass, then I pop the Glock\nYou’re talkin' to a pistol (He chopped like a body shop)\nI figured out what could miss you (partner went body rot)\nThe D, the E, the A, the D, to the B, to the O-Y-S\nThat’s everyday, I drop it off and I evade\nI’m out the way, I’m in the shade\nI’m twistin' haze, I’m feelin' crazed\nMy mind is glitchin' for the blunt smoke\nIf it’s a problem then it’s gun smoke\nMask on, trick-or-treat, I’m waiting at your front door\nTeamSESH DeadBoys