Timberlake - Intellectual

[Intro: Juicy J]

BONES

The Juice mane

Yeah, uh huh

Yeah, uh

Yeah

Lets get it

[Chorus: BONES]

Fuck a 8th, where the O's?

Let me buy, buy, buy

Timberlake with the K

Say bye bye bye

Got my hand on ya bitch

Yeah she mine, mine, mine

Anytime I get low

I get high, high, high

[Verse 1: BONES & Juicy J]

.45 on my side

Come and try, try, try

Put your hands in the sky

Or you'll die, die, die

Now it's time to unwind

Windows down in the ride

Phone off, seat back, don't try and hit my line

Flow aged like wine, sip it now she fine

Negative mind, baby BONES not kind

Poison in my lungs, dopin' till I'm done

Bury me alive with a 150 blunts

Lit, I'ma split

Like a kid thrown a Bic

Always yappin' how you stacking

Spendin' bands on your bitch

Get ran for your shit, get robbed for your life

Set fire to your ice, watch you melt in the light (Shut a fuck up)

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

I got two bad bitches sucking at the same time (Yeah)

The way they have my toes curled up should be a crime (Yeah)

Roll me up some killer, bitch, I smoke that homicide

Doctor did a CAT scan, he said "Boy ya brain's fried" (Yeah)

I sent goons out to meet ya, it won't be no drive-by (Yeah)

Put a ticket on ya head, now that's money on ya mind (Yeah)

Nine figure nigga, yeah, multimillionaire (Yeah)

All my ice hittin', I feel like a Frigidaire (Yeah)

Tony Montana with the gold silverware

And I come from North Memphis, lions, tigers, grizzly bears (Yeah)

All these niggas hatin' cause I'm winnin' and they ain't

All these quarters in my lungs, I feel like a piggy bank (Yeah)

I feel like a piggy bank (Yeah)

All these quarters in my lungs