Jones Indiana

Yeah, she went to Vienna
First day alone, Indiana (yeah)
Two guns, Jones, India, hey
Cook him broad day, Benihanas (yeah)
On the bus, put me under, hey
I just want the boss to be honest (yeah)
Told her AP friend put me on it, ay
My hoes in the crowd with me humbling, look
Call me Sosa Corleone
Runnin' down a sack what we on

Used to tell the plug, "Put me on"
OG, we like Harry Holmes (yeah)
We gon' fuck it up, then we gone
We don't care who's shit we on (yeah)
Bitch know the sack super long
Bitch know the weed super strong (yeah)
Niggas aware of what's goin' on, yeah
Fuck all that shit, movin' on (yeah)
Wide eyes, China lookin' chrome
I can outsmoke Tommy Chong (yeah)

I can outsmoke Snoop Dogg, yeah
Police chase me with two dogs, yeah
Paid K, silence too far, yeah
You niggas drag queens, RuPaul, yeah
Shoot three, pimp two hoes, yeah
TracFone, I missed two calls, yeah
Me and Slick talk through calls, yeah
Said niggas gotta feel, pause (yeah)
Niggas better have steel jaws, yeah
You don't know how to peel on, yeah

Country motherfucker, Lil Paul, yeah
You a man, Sonic Hedgehog, yeah
Pants still sag real low, yeah
You ain't never been in real smoke, yeah
Left and right wrist kilos, yeah
Man these niggas funny, Elmo, yeah
Fresh caution like a real road
I ain't talkin' arm, smokin' out the elbow, yeah
Diamonds keep slices of road, yeah
If you get money, go go, yeah

Chill out 'fore you uh, oh no
The booty numero uno, yeah
Clap clap clap, kudos, yeah
Can I pull the dead up, who knows? Yeah
In a flat with two stoves, yeah
My chef ain't runnin' two stoves, yeah
Big one on me, drummin' through big holes
I call Coozie and them hoes, yeah
Ain't knew this is how I get new clothes, yeah
Two watches, Pumbaa and Timon, yeah

It's gettin' all on 'em, ice cream cone, yeah
Pull on my Nike, my Vlone
Extra time on this Oyster, yeah
Slidin' slippery like some moisture
These double V's doin' torture, ay, yeah, ay, ay, yeah
Take my shit out, torture
Damn, the neck got hoarser
She just popped my shit like Wilson
I just laid out like a poster
Gettin' blew with the explosive

You niggas soft, feel just like Larrys
If diamonds is people, this is a party
They don't get broke, everybody tsunami
It ain't nothin' like new money
I been been been smokin' loud
'Fore I started makin' blue money, yeah
Kick it with a white bunny, yeah

Black man get white money
Your ho fuck around like money
Can't fit this blue hundreds, white hundreds
Them 20s don't feel the same color
My son told me that I can't color
I don't know fam, we ain't bundles
'Member Bam Bam gettin' cuddled, ay

It's so fuckin' fake, you can't cuddle
Makin' our way in the club, ayy
Y'all know you can't come, nah
Told them to make another charm
Don't know what it is 'til he done, yeah
Borderline, fuck it, A one
A fuck nigga, say, "You ain't one," yeah



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Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery
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