[Intro: Oliver O'Connor & DJ Zirk]

Yo DJ play that new BONES song right now!

But still, you just don't hear me though

Robbin' in the 9 'fo

But still, you just don't hear me though

Robbin' in the 9 'fo

[Verse: BONES]

Kicking in the door, clip hold 24, I'm home, bitch, what the issue is?

Bitching on the phone to a bitch so loud, you couldn't even hear a DeadBoy enterin'

Caught him in the kitchen, I am fucking on a mission

Twelve shots, motherfuck a pistol whip

He sipping that mud, I slip on that blood, now the sole on my boots they glistening

Blood spill, spit in his face

Sprayin' him like some fucking mace

Creep pulling up in a G, skull stitched on the seats inside my getaway

Tanqueray in my glass, reminiscing on my fucked up past

Matter of fact bustin' all black but there's many memories I wish I never had

Kicking back, smoke a blunt

High as fuck, my brain is ripped

Talking to my partner 'bout a play for some guala he down, I'm down, lets hit the strip

Storm clouds every day, even if it's just inside my head

Thunder and lightning, I am coming to strike him

He see BONES and he know he dead

[Outro: BONES & DJ Zirk]

But still, you just don't hear me though

Robbin' in the 9 'fo

But still, you just don't hear me though

Robbin' in the 9 'fo

(Ride to it, ride to it

Your ass can ride to it)

(Ride to it, ride to it

Your ass can ride to it)

Ride to it, ride to it

(Your ass can ride to it)

(Ride to it, ride to it

Your ass can ride to it)