YouCanTellALotAboutAManByTheNeckOfHisShirt - BONES

Hood up, blade out, bitch, I’m ready

Pro club, type neck, bitch, I’m heavy

Dirty old shoes, but I get clean money

When you get money you don’t care about nothing

Still I know that I don’t mean nothing

It just feel nice putting food in my stomach

One million blunts, and I’m back to the curb

Young white trash, came back for the serve

Long hair, looking like a young white bitch

But you never see a bitch go like this

Roll my sticks, I’mma show my wrist

And roll of the diamonds, let it shine, let it glisten

White boys can’t listen

Get too mad they don’t sound like this

Watch out who you dissing

I don’t say a word you just wind up missing

And it’s just like that

When I speak, bitch, don’t talk back

And it’s just like that

When I speak, bitch, don’t talk back

Said it’s just like that

When I speak, bitch, don’t talk back

Said it’s just like that

When I speak, bitch, don’t talk back