Bonehead Behavior

We go on, yeah
Yeah, yeah, we -, huh

On a bridge I saw you
Stone faced as I rode away
My eyes adored you

La-da-da-di, da-da-di-day
Gimme dat, gimme dat
La-da-da-di, da-da-di-day
Gimme dat, gimme dat
La-da-da-di, da-da-di-day
Gimme dat, gimme dat
La-da-da-di, da-da-di-day
Yeah, gimme dat bread

On a bridge I saw you
Stone faced as I rode away

Book of sleep chop (chop)
Wake up with the infinite scroll
Sinsemilla ash in a bronze bowl (cool, cool)
And there's frost out the road
'Cause there's moisture in the air
And I'm praying for a thick wife
Cold pickneys running round with the big knives
Helmet on, cut the lights, jump the bikes

I'm swerving out sights, knocking nigga with a mic
Different day differ situation
Patient zero with the big rings
I'm blatant with the stones, little finger bling
Lose a pinky if you sing-sing
I'm locked in conspiring for the win
Divine wind on this murder music ting
Up in Ginza with the bad lieutenants
Only human with a faster blades

Getting paid of the sky scrape
Streets of rages, milk off Maggies bait
I'm laying in the vault just scanning for GANs
See the scribbles on on my back, I'm the Black Hand
Purple tape, anti fake on the circuit cam

La-da-da-di, da-da-di-day
Gimme dat, gimme dat
La-da-da-di, da-da-di-day
Gimme dat, gimme dat
La-da-da-di, da-da-di-day
Gimme dat, gimme dat
La-da-da-di, da-da-di-day
Yeah, gimme dat bread

On a bridge I saw you
Stone faced as I rode away
My eyes adored you

Cracked out creeping when they racked out
Mommy dropped a stack, but he can't put the pack down
I grabbed a bat and hoped hoped he really sat down
This is middle of the town its W1
The yute was talking crud outside my house, he's on drugs
Blood fire for the craven looking bits
Chase for the status ask Teks
Place your bets on a next poomplex flinging exes of they chest

Cah we all broke and vex numb from the meds
Greenbacks put them bubbles on him head
I'm a captain in this ting so you can stand at ease
Bump this in your Batmobile like roadside GS
Lurking in the cut straight plotting on the PS
50-50 with them bloodclart thieves

I mean, it's chaos in these streets
The crayons and the cleats and the beef, but
I've never been a chief
Draw me a halo, I'll smack you in the teeth