Bones

[Intro: Zombie Juice]

Ground for my bones

And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause

Hold the ground for my bones

And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause

[Chorus: Zombie Juice]

Hold the ground for my bones

And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause

I smoke some pounds, and my niggas all around with the choppers

We got the choppers

Hold the ground for my bones

And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause

I smoke a pound, my niggas got the choppers

My nigga got the choppers, my niggas goin' loud

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]

Who in, nigga? Had two zips with me

Get rich, die tryin', bump '03 50

My young Coast niggas know Carti die litty

Tryna get to the fetti so I died like Diddy

Love cornrows on a chick like Nelly

No 6ix9ine, never snitch on the celly

Juice been shine, throw shade on a dummy

Like Bruce Almighty, keep the power strap with me

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]

If that bitch do love me then she would die for me

OG Dash in the cut with the stroke, get scummy

And that's wax in the blunt, tryna get high with me

If we talkin' this church, shouldn't get right with me

[Verse 3: Nyck Caution]

Big digits, Nyck vicious, y'all bitches fictitious

Y'all fake it, I live it, I did it, I did it, I—

Good riddance, y'all finished

Curt Schilling, blood spillin', still pitchin', no gimmicks, no

Authentic as it get

Talk about me, better pay me my respect

[Verse 4: Erick the Architect]

Gotta boost it, gotta boost it

I produce it, now I lose it

God know we not stupid, we invest in our students

We would never not do it, we eliminate

Give me eight minutes affluent, ask me about livin' now

Cities I blew in, hachoo, we sneeze shit

Architect three-fifths, see me lit off the Henny

Hit my jig when it's silly, whole fit cost me twenty

Put a kiss on the Bentley, I done spilled to you, baby

[Chorus: Zombie Juice]

Hold the ground for my bones

And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause

I smoke some pounds, and my niggas all around with the choppers

We got the choppers

Hold the ground for my bones

And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause

I smoke a pound, my niggas got the choppers

My nigga got the choppers, my niggas goin' loud

[Verse 5: Kirk Knight]

Gold soul theory, I don't need no advance

Had to hug the block like I need me a tan

Twenty X molly, I just re'd up again

Leave three in his head, we can't leave him a chance

"Kirky, why you did that to him?"

They gon' say it was self-defense

Put two more in his chest

'Cause Zombies said he better off dead

[Verse 6: Meechy Darko]

Vigilante in the Caddy, beam on the automatic

Know I fuck her like I love her but I ain't her baby daddy

I'm numb, no feelings, might kill these niggas

Cap peel these niggas, blood spill these niggas

Friends think I'm ungrateful, damn near hateful

Crazy, thought I was the one they can relate to

Call it nervous breakdown, I call it nervous breakthrough

Please don't let the loyalty escape you

Relentless, the quicksand is right where my neck is

They double-bolted the doors of perception

Higher in voltage, my aura is bigger

My frequency different, your boy is clairvoyant

I often see issues 'fore they even form

Ready and arm up my pistol

Knowledge plus understanding equal wisdom

Your third eye blind, no foresight to get me

[Verse 7: AKTHESAVIOR]

(Lord) Comin' down like a 'copter

Mike Amiri on, lookin' like a Shotta

Louis carry-on, fill it up with ganja

Keep a very long shotty for imposters

Pellegrino on the wrist cost a comma

Nefertiti on the dick, she a scholar

Been fly, you can check the flight mileage

Broke boy can't even pay homage

Pull up with the gang, tell me how they gon' stop us

Too far ahead, niggas gon' need binoculars

In the night time, crack her back like a lobster

With the right grind, make it stack like a tower

Nothin' really changed, I just smoke more sour

Money ain't a thing, we just taking what's ours

Team full of kings, what you know about power?

Still blowin' dank with the fuckin' dead loud ones

[Verse 8: Erick the Architect]

Beast Coast got the shit that break the internet

Shout out Khaled, but I'm feelin' like we the best (We the best)

Automatic if you lavish, we don't need a TEC

Caught up in the Caddy with a baddy, you gon' need a vest

[Verse 9: Zombie Juice]

Need a rest, bitch, you see the exit

We don't set trip, you get the message

Kickin' game like my name is Messi

Sun through the rain, life, it ain't easy

[Outro: Zombie Juice]

Hold the ground for my bones

And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause

Hold the ground for my bones

And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause

Hold the ground for my bones

And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause

Hold the ground for my bones

And my chakras, I smoke a lot 'cause