Bones - Cutla** lyrics

Slidin' in my cutla** slammin the bump up on the speaker box Prayin' to yoself I can't relate b**h I don't need a god Find me where the demons are, ridin' in the demon car Stone stick shift, know it's bones when you see the car k**in it better believe it tho Murder right up in yo ster-eo Tell me now what's a scenario Two switches rolled now here we go Yo girlfriend she called you and she told you that she home She hang up, the shots in mouth, now she ridin round she with bones Now she posted up in my home Whole room smellin like smoke She in my bed with my chain on and when she go to sleep I'm ghost She tell me that she like the flow she know the words to my music She naked under that shirt of mine so please don't confuse it I ain't lyin I do it b**h you home doin nothin See everyday's a f**ing Saturday, I'm livin life and I love it One million blunts rolled up for the drive, it's the slim white pimp dollar signs on his eyes