Bone Split ft. Shade Apollo

What, what

What can I say, I don't want to hear another fucking name

Lil this and that but when shit gets foreal, where the fuck you at

When I'm around y'all, my finger's always itching for the trigger

Don't need to say it louder, we know you ain't fucking killers

Break his shit, fuck his bitch, I'mma hit a switch

My Timb boots hit your jawline, get the fuck back in your line

I throw a fit, never flinch, I'mma lit the Bic

K nine tryna find your ass but the scent has pass and they gave up the search

Y'all motherfuckers always acting like you made of body armor

While I'm here in the booth, talking that shit, just know that in real life