007 Lyrics

Wanna leave you can go cuz I'm reckless

Once you walk out that door no coming back bitch

I'd rather stay indoors smoking with my ratchet

I'm talking bout my gun not talking bout a black

Bitch, I know it make em sick just to see me winningI Blow racks like tricks on penicillin

She come with that pussy wax I call her krillin She Can't get over this daddy mac feeling

I'ma reap what I sow for how I act now

Walk through the lounge no pat down

Stalk through the pounds what I'ma roll now

Smoke out the clowns now it's a ghost town

I know my heart big so I'm exposed

I'ma pay the toll for the road that I chose

Never forget I had your baby mama on her toes

I water her flower a little different bro

I know what to do with her body

Ass lips hips I see she got it

That's twelve hundred for the necklace

Watch the rock stack like it's tetris

We can drive somewhere private

Don't look at the tags just know I bought it

Them lit vibes yeah she caught it

OG passed me the game so I taught it

Wanna leave you can go cause I'm reckless

Once you walk out that door no coming back bitch

I'd rather stay indoors smoking with my ratchet

I'm talking bout my gun not talking bout a black

Bitch, I know it make em sick just to see me winningI Blow racks like tricks on penicillin

She come with that pussy wax I call her krillin

She can't get over this daddy mac feeling

Say that you don't miss me I ain't calling back

Once I stack this money then I'm falling back

I can't fuck with no bitch that's got me sidetracked You content with your life or I can't relax

Two phones so I'm in two locations

Yo bitch looking for me she getting rotation

Think I'm telling lies she lost in translation

Fuck the block bitch I want to rule a nation

I'm a solid

H my brother he a G We kept it real we walked now We run the streets I was at your door when

You let me goI knew you found another where your Reaction go

Used to drip on your tongue like tension

I'm a short nigga with swag you can call me Mister It's like a boomerang the way the bars hit you

Like a bullet train bitch I Brad Pitt you

Wanna leave you can go cause I'm reckless

Once you walk out that door no coming back bitch

I'd rather stay indoors smoking with my ratchet

I'm talking bout my gun not talking bout a black Bitch

I know it make em sick just to see me winning

Blow racks like tricks on penicillin

She come with that pussy waxed so I call her krillin

She can't get over this daddy mac feeling