[Verse 1: BONES]
Got a body in the trunk and a blunt full of herb
Got a sawed-off pump, make it bump, then you burn
Gotta learn you a lesson, I'ma be the one to teach it
Sun down, I ain't sleepin' bitch, I'm camouflage creepin'
Through the dark, dark night, Splinter Cell, give 'em hell
Got the Glock, it's a slut, guess it like to kiss and tell
Thirty shells, crack his bell, nine ringin' through the underground
Cemetery style's got him fuckin' with the bumpin' sound
Sunny day, poolside, listenin' to the waterfall
Any string I gotta pull, I will to keep my pockets swoll
Big screen television, PlayStation 1
Pressin' pause on all that chatter, bitch, the game has just begun, yeah

[Verse 2: Eddy Baker]
Bitch, I'm God's favorite son, not Nas, it's Baker, bruh
Smoking reefer, drinking rum, when it's trouble, I don't run
Know I always keep a gun close, fresh as fuck like Glenn Close
I'm a dog, hundred and one bitches I done been boned
Set the bar like limbo, raise it too high, we can't get low
White bitch with me simple, got big titties, she a bimbo
Forty got extendo, talk shit, get popped like a pimple
Eddy Bake and BONES, bitch we locked in like a safehold, little bitch

[Outro]
Yeah, motherfuckers
Baby