Bones Jones Lyrics

See you hating from the side watching, side watching

Gotta hundred grand in my side pocket, side pocket

People spend their money tryna look like me they go broke

Haters can't to reach me, Jon Jones

Jon Jones, Jon Jones, Jon Jones, Jon Jones

Haters never beat me, Jon Jones

Jon Jones, Jon Jones, Jon Jones

Damn, cracka with some bands, cracka is the man

Spittin some dope shit call it couple grams

Do it for the fan do it cause I can

Do it for my dawgs and do it for my homies

Do it for my bitch and do it till I drop g's

Shooting up a gospel rocking gelatos

Bitches love me so I cock hoes

I ain't flaunt though

Eating bitches tacos

Munching on that clit, where's row boats

And I'm so dope said it twice so you know yo

Killing it like I'm from modo

And I poke hoes, in their old clothes

Gucci yesterday call em old clothes

Murder on my mind, haters on the side

Paper long as pie cause I'm my grind

Skating for my life no boards just broads

Tryna be my wife

Haters never reach it, my last nerve

Haters never beat me, Brock Lesnar

Niggas try to talk but I know it hurt

Seeing me winning and they in a skirt

They ain't put in work like what I do

Nigga getting murked fucking with my crew

I'll put a nigga dead mail his mom a tombstone

Haters can't reach me, Bones Jones

Bones Jones, Bones Jones, Bones Jones, Bones Jones

Bones Jones, Bones Jones

Haters never reach me, Jon Jones

Jon Jones, Jon Jones, Jon Jones

Mail, mail your mom a tombstone Bones Jones

Bones Jones, Bones Jones, Bones Jones

Deep in the end zone, I'm Bones Jones

Bones Jones, Bones Jones, Bones Jones

Protecting this turf, selling that herb

Flippin the bird while wearing this shirt

I'm wearing this shirt

Don't fuck with my turf or you'll get shot up no nerf

Nigga make shots hurt, nigga know your fuckin' head splurt

Nigga know that I fuck with Ernie and Burt

But that is my kush, and we light it up like Ember

No rose, you know that I'm fuckin' spitting off the top

No Derek you can play with this shit and smell it

You know this is like a violin but I'm not a attracted to violets

Nigga no violence just silence

When I come in to the room

You all bow down I assume nigga

Walking to the room like I own this bitch

Nigga we up outta here nigga we own this bitch

Nigga we own this shit, smell that weed that's our cologne bitch

Nigga know we on the phone but ain't talking to no bitches

Nigga that's the fuckin' word we gotta flip this bird

They're crack fiends so I have no concern nigga

Bout to burn niggas, burn notice

Nigga I burn figures quicker than Jigga

And Bill Gates and Oprah Winfrey combined

I got bitches nigga don't waste my time

Haters can't reach me, Bones Jones

Bones Jones, Bones Jones

Haters try to reach me Jon Jones

Jon Jones, Jon Jones

Jon Jones, Jon Jones

Jon Jones, Jon Jones

Bones Jones

Haters can't reach me I'm Jon Jones

Selling the bird, flipping the herb

Puttin in work while wearing this shirt

He's wearing his shirt

While I'm wearing this shirt

Wearing this shirt

Putting in work, putting in work, puttin in work

While wearing this shirt