Jones Indiana

(Album: Back From The Dead 3 - 2018)

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, ayy
My hoes in the crowd with me humbling, look
Call me Sosa Corelone
Running 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 going on, yeah
Fuck all that shit, moving on (Yeah)
Wide eyes, China looking 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 talking arm, smoking 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 running two stoves, yeah
Big one on me, drumming 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 getting all on 'em, ice cream cone, yeah
Pull on my Nike, my VLONE
Extra time on this Oyster, yeah
Sliding slippery like some moisture
These double V's doing torture, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, 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
Getting 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 nothing like new money
I been been been smoking loud
'Fore I started making 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 twenties 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 getting cuddled, ayy
It's so fucking fake, you can't cuddle
Making 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, A1
A fuck nigga, say you ain't one, yeah