Letras BlueSkies&AutomaticWeapons - BONES

BlueSkies&AutomaticWeapons

Rolling down the block
Rolling up a blunt
Hand up on my firearm
Cause you never know
It’s 1991
Two 12's up in the truck
We ride and see the tire marks
Swerving while we pouring up
They love when I hit the switch and get it jumping
Palm trees swinging while we watching the sunset
Why you looking from afar? Babygirl stop fronting
Come kick it with the macs, sit back, and smoke something
Sippin, pouring, tanqueray toasting
Take me back to the nights that I focused
On the hustle the grind, it don’t stop
10 mil in my face, still I never will pop
Get dropped talking down on the SESH boys, you’re done bitch
Body in the river water filling your lungs quick
Goodnight and good luck to you and yours
Hundred spokes poking out, rolling up, blowing doja
Rolling down the block
Rolling up a blunt
Hand up on my firearm
Cause you never know
It’s 1991
Two 12's up in the truck
We ride and see the tire marks
Swerving while we pouring up
Wait, blue skies and automatic weapons
Who am I but a deadman repping
Straight jacket on the flows I step with
The flow get to shaking as soon as I step in
They know who it is and the know who it’s not
Ain’t no sucker better recognize, give me my props
Don’t need no yacht to watch us from the rocks
Just need my cup to be filled to the top