Bones AutumnLeaves song lyrics

No Glock in the dashboard

No need to grab yours

Blade in my jeans, you can get it if you ask for it

Rewind, fast forward, pause

Let me ash, boy

Every time I see a bitch, she always wanna chat, boy

Living the life of Riley, packing 50 Cali's

Rocking Lizard Bally's while we do a drug deal in a dark alley

Young white renegade

Feelin' like it's seventh grade

Backpack, razorblades

Bitch, I'm in the trash-can

Fresh squeezed lemonade

Ash while I'm sipping

I look like Nick Lachey so my girl like Jessica Simpson

I ain't whippin' or pimpin'

I'm at the house relaxin'

Don't know that you girl's with me relapsin'

I hope the day that you die, there will be nobody there for you (nobody there!)

I hope the day that you die, there will be nobody there for you (So I'll be there for you)