Lyrics of 'Bonecrusher (feat. Key Glock)' by Maxo Kream

Ayy, tez, this you?
Fuck the club up (yeah)
We ain't never scared, bitch, fuck the club up (yeah)

Trigger maxo, c osama
Snatch my chain, we whack your mama (yeah)
You got a better chance survivin' as a suicide bomber (yeah)

I be ridin', slidin', steppin', and my drac', more shots than stephen
Chops with glocks from every gene
F&n spendin', been with weapons
He throwin' sets, he ain't no threat
Bullet-proof vest ain't no protection (uh-uh)
Our glocks like 1942, start sendin' shots into your section (say what?)
Niggas fightin' in the club like bonecrusher, we don't throw knuckles (uh-uh)
No mean-muggin', we don't tongue tustle, let that chrome touch you
Like wwf, give opps the belt, jump from the turn buckle
556 and. 223, stds, tryna burn somethin' (maxo, maxo, maxo, maxo)

Hit the club, one-fifty deep, no pat down, bitch, I'm vip
Bloods and crips, they all with me
With vice lord folks, bdgds (career)
One thing for sure, they all on go
If trigger maxo say it's green
556 and. 223s, stuff arps in skinny jeans (maxo, maxo, maxo, maxo)
No alcohol, but we got bottles
Double-cup, came in with sodas
If that backend what they told us, then we pistol whip promoters
You bet' not lay one hand up on us
'Cause you could die, you even try to break us up
I'm with my guys, we all got fire, don't need security in the club
Bmf my heat, like tee and meech, we totin' fifty boys (maxo)
Death row, murder inc., my unit g, like buck and 50, boy

Trigger maxo, c osama
Snatch my chain, we whack your mama
You got a better chance survivin' as a suicide bomber

I be ridin', slidin', steppin', and my drac', more shots than stephen
Chops with glocks from every gene
F&n spendin', been with weapons
He throwin' sets, he ain't no threat
Bullet-proof vest ain't no protection (uh-uh)
Our glocks like 1942, start sendin' shots into your section (say what?)
Niggas fightin' in the club like bonecrusher, we don't throw knuckles (uh-uh)
No mean-muggin', we don't tongue tustle, let that chrome touch you
Like wwf, give opps the belt (what?), jump from the turn buckle
556 and. 223, stds, tryna burn somethin' (maxo, maxo, maxo, maxo)

Just like maxo, you know I'm 'bout my cream (cream)
I be out in houston with my rocket like hakeem (hakeem)
I be out in houston smokin', sippin' Texas tea (tea)
I put money over bitches, ain't no in between (between)
Got sixty in my jeans, yeah, this shit pokin' out (yeah)
She like my persona, took her on a paper route (yeah)
I ran up my money and these niggas just run they mouth (yeah)
Got diamonds in my teeth, that you let know I'm from the south (yeah)
Ballin', these niggas foul
Started off with a gram (gram)
Audemar cost a house (a house)
Necklace cost a lamb' (lamb')
Tryna figure me out (huh?)
Knowin' that glocks don't jam (nope)
These niggas mickey mouse (yep)
I just don't understand, damn

Ridin', slidin', steppin', and my drac', more shots than stephen
Chops with glocks from every gene
F&n spendin', been with weapons
He throwin' sets, he ain't no threat
Bullet-proof vest ain't no protection (uh-uh)
Our glocks like 1942, start sendin' shots into your section (say what?)
Niggas fightin' in the club like bonecrusher, we don't throw knuckles (uh-uh)
No mean-muggin', we don't tongue tustle, let that chrome touch you
Like wwf, give opps the belt (what?), jump from the turn buckle
556 and 223, stds, tryna burn somethin' (maxo, maxo, maxo, maxo)