Bonecrusher (feat. Key Glock)

Fuck the club up

Yeah

We ain't never scared, bitch

Fuck the club up, ho

Yeah

Trigga Maxo C Osama

Snatch my chain, we wack yo mama

You got a better chance surviving as a suicide bomber

I be riding, sliding, stepping

In my drank, more shots than Stephen

Chops with Glocks from every gene

F&N, spendin', been with weapons

He throwing sets, he ain't no threat

Bullet proof vest ain't no protection

Pop Glocks like 1942

Start sending shots into your section

**** fighting in the club like Bone Crusher

We don't throw knuckles

No mean muggin', we don't tongue tussle

Let that chrome touch you

Like WWF, give opps the belt

Jump from the term buckle

5.56 and 223 STDs trynna burn something

Hit the club one-fifty deep

No pat down, bitch, I'm V-I-P

Bloods and Crips, they all with me

With Vice Lord folks, BDs GDs

One thing for sure, they all on "go"

If Trigga Maxo say it's green

5.56 and 223s stuff ARPs in skinny jeans

No alcohol but we got bottles

Double cup came in with sodas

If that backend ain't what they told us, then we pistol whip promoters

You better not lay one had up on us

'Cause you could die you even try to break us up

I'm with my guys, we all got fire

Don't need security in the club

BMF my heat

Like T and Meech we totin' fifty, boys

Death Row Murda Inc. my unit G like Buck and 50, boy

Trigga Maxo C Osama

Snatch my chain, we wack yo mama

You got a better chance surviving as a suicide bomber

I be riding, sliding, stepping

In my drank, more shots than Stephen

Chops with Glocks from every gene

F&N, spendin', been with weapons

He throwing sets, he ain't no threat

Bulletproof vest ain't no protection

Pop Glocks like 1942

Start sending shots into your section

**** fighting in the club like Bone Crusher

We don't throw knuckles

No mean muggin', we don't tongue tussle

Let that chrome touch you

Like WWF, give opps the belt

Jump from the term buckle

5.56 and 223 STDs trynna burn something

Just like Maxo you know I'm bout my cream

Cream

I be out in Houston with my rocket like Hakeem

Hakeem

I be out in Houston smoking sipping Texas Tea

Tea

I put money over bitches ain't no in between

Tween

Got sixty in my jeans, yeah, this shit poking out

She like my persona, took her on the paper route

I ran up my money, aye these **** just run their mouth

Got diamonds in my teeth, that let you know I'm from the South

Ballin', these **** foul

Started off with a gram

Audemar cost a house, necklace cost a Lamb

Trynna figure me out, knowing that Glocks don't jam

These **** Mickey Mouse, I just don't understand

Damn

Riding, sliding, stepping

In my drank, more shots than Stephen

Chops with Glocks from every gene

F&N, spendin', been with weapons

He throwing sets, he ain't no threat

Bulletproof vest ain't no protection

Pop Glocks like 1942

Start sending shots into your section

**** fighting in the club like Bone Crusher

We don't throw knuckles

No mean muggin', we don't tongue tussle

Let that chrome touch you

Like WWF, give opps the belt

Jump from the term buckle

5.56 and 223 STDs trying to burn something