Bonecrusher (feat. Key Glock) - Maxo Kream

Yeah, yeah Uh-huh Bah-bah, bah-bah (let the BandPlay) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (go) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (go, go) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (for real, though) Everything a go, baby, it's a green light (uh) I looked in my rearview, somethin' don't seem right (wait) I should drop the top, so I can let them see the ice (ha) I let her jump on and ride it like a Harley bike (yeah) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light I'm on full but a nigga still hungry though (gimme that) Told my nigga, "Stack yo' paper, bitches come and go" (run it up) Bad bitch super ratchet when she on the road (hate to see it) He just got a dub, said he need 20 more (pull up) 80 bags of gas, I just got a box (yeah, yeah) Cut it open, take it straight to the block (yeah, yeah) Give me a weekend, I'ma turn it to a drop The type of nigga turn your sister house to the spot (trap) I'ma pay her bills and fuck her every now and then (uh) He need 30 of 'em, my country boy in town again (uh) She said she wanna fuck me bad, but this time with her friend (uh) He said he wanna join the gang, but I won't let 'em in (uh, the fuck) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (yeah) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (go, go) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (for real, though) Everything a go, baby, it's a green light (uh) I looked in my rearview, somethin' don't seem right (wait) I should drop the top, so I can let them see the ice (ha) I let her jump on and ride it like a Harley bike (yeah) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light Yeah, everywhere I go (yeah) You know I got the thin', right? (Yeah, yeah) (you know) Everythin' froze, everythin' on me ice (yeah, yeah), yeah You know how it go, I drop a body before a dime, yeah Everybody know I still be fuckin' niggas' wives (yeah-yeah) Look, cold-hearted bastard (cold) South Memphis nigga, but my jewelry from Alaska (uh, uh) (bling) Fuckin' up the engine, drove the foreign like a NASCAR (uh, uh) (skrrt) Rollin' sticky-icky and I'm sippin' high like NASA, uh, yeah, I'm up That's a bird, it's a plane, nah, that's Glock with your main bitch I be makin' plays on top of plays like I ain't rich (yeah, yeah) I just had a talk with God, and gang about a couple shit (uh-huh) Never on no sucker shit (uh-huh), lately, I been on fuck shit Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (yeah, yeah, yeah) (bitch) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (go) (yeah) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (bah) Everything a go, baby, it's a green light (uh) I looked in my rearview, somethin' don't seem right (wait) I should drop the top, so I can let them see the ice (ha) I let her jump on and ride it like a Harley bike (yeah) Everything a go, nigga, it's a green light (green light)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Big Glock, Key Rex, might cop a T-rex (yeah) Chopper sing, Keith Sweat, banana clip, eat that Ran through a check like a nigga at recess (ayy, Sledgren, this shit slap) I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah, yeah) Nickname Glock and you know that I keep that (Glizock) Fuck the bitch good, yeah, I know that she a beat back (uh) South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at (yeah, yeah) I be gettin' money and it ain't hard to see that (uh-uh) Motherfuck your feedback, nigga, you can keep that I'll leave a bitch before my strap, I mean that Ridin' in a yellow thing, flyin' like a dingbat Bitch got a purse full of Percs, that's a beanbag I was 14, already in the deep end (yeah) 15 years old when I first robbed the weed man (yeah, yeah) Turned 16, Glock 17 extended (yeah) 18, 19, made my first million (yeah, yeah) 20 years old in a fuckin' McLaren (skrrt, skrrt) You know I'm eatin' good, bitch, my wrist full of carats (yeah) Remember them days I was trappin' them baggies Now, look, I'm really, I'm havin' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm havin' this shit (yeah) My money good, got the baddest lil' bitches (uh) Yeah, my money long and them facts, no fiction Money talkin' right now, shut up and listen My diamonds hittin' like Sonny Liston (ice) I fucked around, put some stones in my dentals (ice) These niggas broke and I think they should fix it (yeah) I got the drop on the opps, we gon' blitz 'em (yeah, yeah) I'm high as fuck, pourin' Wock' out a pitcher (yeah, yeah) 5.56s sound like a missile (yeah, yeah) Lied to this bitch, I just told her, "I miss you" (yeah) I ain't blowin' no kisses, just money and pistols Fuck these hoes, money on my mental (yeah) Lame-ass niggas hatin', got me tickled, yeah Big Glock, Key Rex, might cop a T-rex (yeah, yeah) Chopper sing, Keith Sweat, banana clip, eat that (fire) Ran through a check like a nigga at recess (yeah, yeah) I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah) Nickname Glock and you know that I keep that (heah) Fuck the bitch good, yeah, you know she a beat back (yeah) South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at (yeah) I be gettin' money and it ain't hard to see that (yeah) I ran through a check like a nigga at recess I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah, yeah) Nickname Glock and you know that I keep that (bah) Fuck the bitch good, yeah, you know she a beat back South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at I be gettin' money and it ain't hard to see that Motherfuck your feedback, nigga, you can keep that I'll leave my bitch before my strap, I mean that I'm ridin' in a yellow thing, flyin' like a dingbat (skrrt, skrrt) Bitch got a purse full of Percs, it's a beanbag Fat got the gat, he gon' splat, that's my wingman (fat) I'll pass a bitch before my blunt, I'm a team man (yeah) Young nigga rich as fuck, still be schemin' (yeah) Young nigga cold, ask your ho, I'm a penguin I been told you hoes, I'm a motherfuckin' penguin (cold) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey Hey I know I'm hot And you not, hah All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock Mister pull up let it pop, mister don't play 'bout his guap And ever since a tot I been playin' 'round with them blocks Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht Pipe down lil nigga, you ain't hot I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot Very large amounts, yeah you know what I'm about No we don't play around, get 'em in and get 'em out Goddamn all this water got me drowning VVS's, forty thousand my medallion I been fly bitch, I don't need no pilot Every time I'm Gucci'd down, I be styling Racks for my shirt, belt, and shoes, I'm fresher than you Just pulled up in the coupe, had the kids like ooh No I don't wear no Trues, but my pockets on Buddha My chopper got a cooler, pull up, we bust your medula Goddamn Lil Glock, you too hot How you rack your bands and get another drop? How you put all of them diamonds in your watch? Why the fuck you go and get another charm? All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock Mister pull up let it pop, mister don't play 'bout his guap And ever since a tot I been playin' 'round with them blocks Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht Pipe down lil nigga, you ain't hot I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot Very large amounts, yeah you know what I'm about No we don't play around, get 'em in and get 'em out Same young nigga riding 'round with them rounds You just the same nigga riding 'round talking down Naw we don't play around, turn your smile into a frown Make my niggas clear the crowd Run in when them guns sound (gang shit) Ah shit, breaking news, he got hit with the tool They came up on the block and then they popped him and got loose They came up on the block and then they sweeped it like a broom I came up off the block then turned all my rocks into jewels, bitch All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock Mister pull up let it pop, mister don't play 'bout his guap And ever since a tot I been playin' 'round with them blocks Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht Pipe down lil nigga, you ain't hot I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot Very large amounts, yeah you know what I'm about No we don't play around, get 'em in and get 'em out

How long, how long How long has it been since we talked? (Mm-mm) How long, how long How long has it been since we Forgot the world for an evening I'm not the only one Who's feeling what I'm feeling Both of us could use a little bit of healing Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So reach out your hand to mine 'Cause I just need a little solace In these crazy times Pull me up a little bit further 'Cause I can't get through it without ya Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So put your hand in mine (Yeah) (Yeah) Pull me up a little bit further 'Cause I can't get through it without ya Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So put your hand in mine Hello, hello Know it's been a while since I called (mm-mm) Right now, right now I can feel my mine's spinning Like the fan on the ceiling I'm not the only one Who's feeling what I'm feeling Both of us could use a little bit of healing Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So reach out your hand to mine 'Cause I just need a little solace In these crazy times Pull me up a little bit further 'Cause I can't get through it without ya Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So put your hand in mine (Yeah) (Yeah) Pull me up a little bit further 'Cause I can't get through it without ya Feels like I've fallen in the deep end So put your hand in mine

Everywhere I go, I got a burner And that carry 30 hollow, she'll burn ya (Stephen Curry) If it's beef, then we gonna get you murdered (kill a nigga) If it's beef, then we lookin' for ya mother (where she at?) 3 K's in the back, with bullets in em (uh-huh) 3 K's, cause I don't like niggas (no I don't) Got my finger on the AK trigger (pow pow) 3 K's, cause I don't like niggas Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent Two 23's in the magazine clip If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent Two 23's in the magazine clip If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click (What we do?) These niggas so fake, man, these niggas'll snitch Just like some hips, man, these niggas'll switch He look like a man, but he really a bitch RIP, Andrew, I'll never forget He died from the hands of a man in his clique That's why I don't trust 'em, I kill niggas quick Niggas'll send you on crash dummy licks And you gone get killed on that???? Supposed to be niggas, he fuckin' yo bitch He eating her pussy, you eating on chips And niggas you put on and helped and get rich Will set you up quick and take you down for them bricks I know plenty of stories like Rico and Mitch These niggas is janky, they on that fuck shit I'm janky myself, so I never trust shit Fuck all you niggas, my KK can spit Catch a nigga with a Smith & Wesson Shoot him while he least expect it No eye-witness, no confession, no police and no detectives Nigga gotta choppa', hit em' Grim reaper, then the reverend Momma crying, momma miss him Young Max God, I don't forgive him Nigga wanna plex like hold up Bullet hit his head, then he fold up I don't kid around, I'm a grown up Shoot a nigga down, then I po' up Double trigger, 40 Glocks, and AK's Double barrel shotty, will blow you away Catch a couple of bodies, throw 'em away These niggas act like roaches, spray 'em with Raid These niggas'll dap you and smile in your face But really they salty, cause these niggas hate They see that you trappin', you moving that weight These niggas is mad, they not getting enough play You think he yo mans, but he really a snake Public informant, he work for the state Video footage, recording on tape Surrounding your house and now kick in yo place Drugs in the cabinet, cash in the safe Weed in the trash bag and drank by the case Coke in the attic and gun on yo waist That boy ain't yo nigga, he work for the Jakes These rapper niggas talkin', but I really do this shit I been juggin', selling hoes, way before this rap, bitch Fucking bitches, selling drugs, on the dub hitting licks Moving pints, selling lean, finessin' niggas out they shit Nigga wanna plex like hold up Bullet hit his head, then he fold up I don't kid around, I'm a grown up Shoot a nigga down, then I po' up