Indiana Jones lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, they say they want that old Gangsta Boo. Alright, so you want me to go back to that 90's sh*t, that sh*t that had everybody locking 'em in a trunk, hella high, snorting cocaine, smoking weed, robbing n*ggas and sh*t? That's what y'all want, I'mma give it to ya. I ain't a role model now, I'm just giving y'all what y'all want. You wanna take it back to the 90's, that 90's flow? Alright, ho, here we go

[Verse 1]
Mask to my f*cking face, I'm fiending to increase my high
Eyeballs is like red as hell, these b*tches better recognize
Rolling a blunt to inhale in my lungs, I'm feeling so so high
Now I'm high, really high; mayne, I think that I can fly
Chilling at the Honeycomb Hideout with my n*ggas who
Got them choppers and Glocks not locked
And best believe they ass'll shoot
Ratchet b*tches all up in my mix with they pettiness
Better get the hell up out my face before a player click
M-E-M-P-H-I-S, rep it like it's nothing left
G-A-N-G-S-T-A -- here to stay, you hoes heard what I said
Creeping through the darkness of the cut with my cousin Nate
Fear no evil, hear no evil -- got my Locs on face, I'm straight
Meet me at the crib about a quarter to eight
Bring my package, don't be late
Catch you slipping, you won't live
Cause n*ggas gotta pay they bills
Fall up in the jungle, hungry ape, go eat your face
Rip your heart up out your chest
Indiana Jones, ya b*tch

I'm Indiana Jones, ya b*tch
I'm Indiana Jones, ya b*tch
Rip your heart up out your chest
Indiana Jones, ya b*tch
I'm Indiana Jones, ya b*tch