007
I got 007 guns, but a nigga out on bond
Just took my wrist up out the freezer, but I keep a firearm
Just cut that bitch off, I ain't need her, I ain't even lead her on
I pour Wockesha in two liters, and pour it in my styrofoam
I won't trip about no eater, she a demon
I won't take a bitch to Neimans, unless she a keeper
I put a 50 in the Bank (Lloyd), yeah they Young Bucks
My niggas don't do walk downs, all they do is run ups
She a track star, so I turned her to a runner
I sent her out to Cali, told her, go pick up some luggage
My niggas struggling every day, but they ain't Joe Buddens
You gotta watch them niggas close to you, might be your cousin
When we catch em, we gon' do em dirty up in public
Gon' hit them with that cutter like its surgery or something
Remember back when we was doing burglaries all summer
Say he got work from me he bluffin
My Ese's bring that work through customs
Nigga, you ain't a trapper, nigga you a customer
Got your bitch choking on a dick like she a wrestler
Told her come into my crib, big bags on the countertop
Kick her out the crib, cause the bitch like to talk a lot
Big Body Benz, yeah, that shit need 2 parking spots
He ran up on this whip, nigga died in the parking lot
I walk up in the spot, bad bitch, tell me pull it out
I went and got a money counter, cause this shit too much to count
I'm like, bro, what's the word? What they talking bout
He say we can get them cheaper if we take this route
I told him we can get them free if we just take this house
Tell them niggas that is up, then I tell them niggas take it down
Ain't no Ruth Chris, but we staking out
I got plenty shooters that love to play around
I got all these blue bills and they hanging out
When we get that call, we gon' pull up, let it rang out
I got 007 guns, but a nigga out on bond
Just took my wrist up out the freezer, but I keep a firearm
Just cut that bitch off, I ain't need her, I ain't even lead her on
I pour Wockesha in two liters, and pour it in my styrofoam
I won't trip about no eater, she a demon
I won't take a bitch to Neimans, unless she a keeper
I put a 50 in the Bank (Lloyd), yeah they Young Bucks
My niggas don't do walk downs, all they do is run ups
Just took my wrist up out the freezer, but I keep a firearm
Just cut that bitch off, I ain't need her, I ain't even lead her on
I pour Wockesha in two liters, and pour it in my styrofoam
I won't trip about no eater, she a demon
I won't take a bitch to Neimans, unless she a keeper
I put a 50 in the Bank (Lloyd), yeah they Young Bucks
My niggas don't do walk downs, all they do is run ups
She a track star, so I turned her to a runner
I sent her out to Cali, told her, go pick up some luggage
My niggas struggling every day, but they ain't Joe Buddens
You gotta watch them niggas close to you, might be your cousin
When we catch em, we gon' do em dirty up in public
Gon' hit them with that cutter like its surgery or something
Remember back when we was doing burglaries all summer
Say he got work from me he bluffin
My Ese's bring that work through customs
Nigga, you ain't a trapper, nigga you a customer
Got your bitch choking on a dick like she a wrestler
Told her come into my crib, big bags on the countertop
Kick her out the crib, cause the bitch like to talk a lot
Big Body Benz, yeah, that shit need 2 parking spots
He ran up on this whip, nigga died in the parking lot
I walk up in the spot, bad bitch, tell me pull it out
I went and got a money counter, cause this shit too much to count
I'm like, bro, what's the word? What they talking bout
He say we can get them cheaper if we take this route
I told him we can get them free if we just take this house
Tell them niggas that is up, then I tell them niggas take it down
Ain't no Ruth Chris, but we staking out
I got plenty shooters that love to play around
I got all these blue bills and they hanging out
When we get that call, we gon' pull up, let it rang out
I got 007 guns, but a nigga out on bond
Just took my wrist up out the freezer, but I keep a firearm
Just cut that bitch off, I ain't need her, I ain't even lead her on
I pour Wockesha in two liters, and pour it in my styrofoam
I won't trip about no eater, she a demon
I won't take a bitch to Neimans, unless she a keeper
I put a 50 in the Bank (Lloyd), yeah they Young Bucks
My niggas don't do walk downs, all they do is run ups
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