Walk up in this bitch
I light a blunt and then I flick it quick
Roll a couple more
I lock the trunk and shut the doors
F*ckboys at my home
Pointing me a f*cking tone
Better back up off my shit
I'll grab your neck and make a slit
Risen out the crypt
Coming out the f*cking tomb
Getting nervous while I spit
Bitch you know how we do
Whipping out the back
Couple bricks I gotta stack
In the walls in the floors
Underneath the f*cking porch
Sell em by the dozen
Heavy ready see me stunting
They just start to leave by running
But they never see me coming
Creeping in the street
Coming from the underneath
Motherf*ckers talk
Now your body's drawn in chalk ho
Walk up in this bitch
I light a blunt and then I flick it quick
Roll a couple more
I lock the trunk and shut the doors
F*ckboys at my home
Pointing me a f*cking tone
Better back up off my shit
I'll grab your neck and make a slit
Run your f*cking mouth
I'm the one they talk about
I'm the subject of discussion
Puffing blunts with my cousin
Bought a couple grams
Flip em quick because I can
Bitches wanna know my addy
Bitches tryna get up at me
I don't give a f*ck about em
I'll just leave em stuck and shoutin
That I never talk about em
I'll just go and walk around em
Ain't got shit to say
Making sure nothing remains
I'm the one you meet
When you're dead inside the sheets
Walk up in this bitch
I light a blunt and then I flick it quick
Roll a couple more
I lock the trunk and shut the doors
F*ckboys at my home
Pointing me a f*cking tone
Better back up off my shit
I'll grab your neck and make a slit
YCK - Point Me a Tone Lyrics
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Walk up in this bitch
I light a blunt and then I flick it quick
Roll a couple more
I lock the trunk and shut the doors
F*ckboys at my home
Pointing me a f*cking tone
Better back up off my shit
I'll grab your neck and make a slit
Risen out the crypt
Coming out the f*cking tomb
Getting nervous while I spit
Bitch you know how we do
Whipping out the back
Couple bricks I gotta stack
In the walls in the floors
Underneath the f*cking porch
Sell em by the dozen
Heavy ready see me stunting
They just start to leave by running
But they never see me coming
Creeping in the street
Coming from the underneath
Motherf*ckers talk
Now your body's drawn in chalk ho
Walk up in this bitch
I light a blunt and then I flick it quick
Roll a couple more
I lock the trunk and shut the doors
F*ckboys at my home
Pointing me a f*cking tone
Better back up off my shit
I'll grab your neck and make a slit
Run your f*cking mouth
I'm the one they talk about
I'm the subject of discussion
Puffing blunts with my cousin
Bought a couple grams
Flip em quick because I can
Bitches wanna know my addy
Bitches tryna get up at me
I don't give a f*ck about em
I'll just leave em stuck and shoutin
That I never talk about em
I'll just go and walk around em
Ain't got shit to say
Making sure nothing remains
I'm the one you meet
When you're dead inside the sheets
Walk up in this bitch
I light a blunt and then I flick it quick
Roll a couple more
I lock the trunk and shut the doors
F*ckboys at my home
Pointing me a f*cking tone
Better back up off my shit
I'll grab your neck and make a slit
I light a blunt and then I flick it quick
Roll a couple more
I lock the trunk and shut the doors
F*ckboys at my home
Pointing me a f*cking tone
Better back up off my shit
I'll grab your neck and make a slit
Risen out the crypt
Coming out the f*cking tomb
Getting nervous while I spit
Bitch you know how we do
Whipping out the back
Couple bricks I gotta stack
In the walls in the floors
Underneath the f*cking porch
Sell em by the dozen
Heavy ready see me stunting
They just start to leave by running
But they never see me coming
Creeping in the street
Coming from the underneath
Motherf*ckers talk
Now your body's drawn in chalk ho
Walk up in this bitch
I light a blunt and then I flick it quick
Roll a couple more
I lock the trunk and shut the doors
F*ckboys at my home
Pointing me a f*cking tone
Better back up off my shit
I'll grab your neck and make a slit
Run your f*cking mouth
I'm the one they talk about
I'm the subject of discussion
Puffing blunts with my cousin
Bought a couple grams
Flip em quick because I can
Bitches wanna know my addy
Bitches tryna get up at me
I don't give a f*ck about em
I'll just leave em stuck and shoutin
That I never talk about em
I'll just go and walk around em
Ain't got shit to say
Making sure nothing remains
I'm the one you meet
When you're dead inside the sheets
Walk up in this bitch
I light a blunt and then I flick it quick
Roll a couple more
I lock the trunk and shut the doors
F*ckboys at my home
Pointing me a f*cking tone
Better back up off my shit
I'll grab your neck and make a slit
Writer: YCK
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