"BlackDynamite" lyrics
Bones & Greaf Lyrics
One me, two hoes, and an M3
That was last week, this morning, I copped a Bentley
Eyes all hazy, cemetery baby
Carhartt jacket, and the ape is bathing
Thirty-six slimmer than Shady, bitch, don't play me
Fuck a buck fifty, T-Mac like McGrady
Soaking my brain in bad thoughts, I ain't angry
Baby, I'm used to the tricks my mind playing
Top model leather rider, smoking in Mayfield
Push your man, steppin' to the pimp, get sprayed down
Stomp 'em like K-Town, whiter than 8 Mile
Yin-Yang Twins, start shaking my trey pounds
It's like people think the money came easy
Where were you when we were pushing cans through the evening?
Never picture leaving, never thought I'd see it
A life beyond the dirt road, yes, I need it
Just pass me the mic, I don't need to rehearse
You fuck with Bones, lose your life, now you in need of a hearse
You needing a verse from me, so eager to work
Said no and ran his mouth, now he asleep in the dirt
GPS got the drop, man, you easy to hurt
I need your blood on my hands, so bad that it—
Yeah, we're rhyming the same fucking thing
That was last week, this morning, I copped a Bentley
Eyes all hazy, cemetery baby
Carhartt jacket, and the ape is bathing
Thirty-six slimmer than Shady, bitch, don't play me
Fuck a buck fifty, T-Mac like McGrady
Soaking my brain in bad thoughts, I ain't angry
Baby, I'm used to the tricks my mind playing
Top model leather rider, smoking in Mayfield
Push your man, steppin' to the pimp, get sprayed down
Stomp 'em like K-Town, whiter than 8 Mile
Yin-Yang Twins, start shaking my trey pounds
It's like people think the money came easy
Where were you when we were pushing cans through the evening?
Never picture leaving, never thought I'd see it
A life beyond the dirt road, yes, I need it
Just pass me the mic, I don't need to rehearse
You fuck with Bones, lose your life, now you in need of a hearse
You needing a verse from me, so eager to work
Said no and ran his mouth, now he asleep in the dirt
GPS got the drop, man, you easy to hurt
I need your blood on my hands, so bad that it—
Yeah, we're rhyming the same fucking thing
