Acetone

[Intro]

Statik Selektah

[Verse 1: Boldy James]

Wisconsin, these niggas wetter than a sherm head

Never speed down on my opps 'cause I ain't trying to burn bread

Turning heads in the turning lane

Paint vibrant orange and burnt red

.30 clip poking with the third leg

Dumb high, Uncle Bun Billa, you that one guy

It's my honor to represent this UGK alumni

227 Concreatures, Wayne's World, game on

Bought myself a key and changed my name back from James Jones

To Bo Jack, Mr. Press-A-Brick up with a flowjack

Still cook up with a wire coat hanger, I'm a throwback

Barry San' highlight reel, welcome to the twilight zone

Hit it with a two step, cut it with thе acetone

Gang time Mеdellin, we the ones who set the tone

Might not be when you call, but always on time like the metronome

Neighborhood dope dealer spot hot as a pressing comb

More realer, more triller, more thug than Flesh N Bone

[Hook: Bun B]

I put my hands on my pole

A nigga disrespect, he catch a hole

Just know that you been told

I got that heat to leave you cold

I guarantee that you ain't getting old

Just know that you been told

This game is real, so never fold

That type of shit can get you Peter Rolled

Just know that you been told

Because the drama will unfold (Gladiators, The Showoff)

Rolling with James, that nigga Bold (ConCreatures)

Just know that you been told

[Verse 2: Bun B]

I am not for the games

Too many people died for me to get where I'm at

So don't be playing with my name

'Cause all I got is my word and my testes

And if a nigga ever try to test these

We sliding like some Gretzkys

Catch you in Cancun, snatch you off the jet skis

Fuck your Sea-doo, wait 'til you see what we do

Swiss cheese, you 'till your see-through, bitch, we lethal

And it's some where that came from for all of your people

I'll peel your potatoes, split you like a banana

From Long Island to Lewis Manor to Louisiana

And nigga, when you see me, you bound to lose your manners

And your lunch, when I put your bitch ass in a crunch

I put a nigga in a figure-four, sling around like a figure-eight

Figures you's a fuck-ass nigga, might as well figure-skate

Eat the food up off a nigga plate, damn, that say something

R.I.P. to DJ Kay Slay, straight stunting

[Hook: Bun B]

I put my hands on my pole

A nigga disrespect, he catch a hole

Just know that you been told

I got that heat to leave you cold

I guarantee that you ain't getting old

Just know that you been told

This game is real, so never fold

That type of shit can get you Peter Rolled

Just know that you been told

Because the drama will unfold

Rolling with James, that nigga Bold

Just know that you been told