Isaiah Bond Lyrics

I don't even got no regular like, flick shit, hold on

Let me grab my, grab my Weezy

Hah

I don't even smoke no za, but I know when it's talkin' bout some' (Yeah, yeah)

I ain't really tryna get booked, tell 12 "That's not my gun" (Nah)

She ain't never met no real one, I'ma show her one

My brother rollin' up like the Crimson Tide, no Bond, uh

I ain't gon' let no one shame me for tryna keep my time (Yeah)

Niggas sayin' they got issues that Charlotte Red done got by (Yeah)

She can't even look in my eyes like I'ma burn her insides (Yeah)

Stomp on a nigga in socks, I'm chillin' wit' Martin in the box, uh

Shawty can't keep her hands off me, say she like my locs

Shawty gon pick up my garlic, stank, but I cannot tie the knot, uh

So many niggas I thought was my gang, it's not what it seem, like props, uh

Bitches like me, I'm smart, I'm swaggin', I gotta shoutout my pops, uh

Some of my niggas they got that banger, some of my niggas got books, huh

Shawty I like you, I can't tame you, I know you put on a front, huh

We ain't got room in the back of my Stang, I'm fuckin' that bitch from the front, huh

Twin, I don't even think I should say what I'm finna do in that dungeon, huh

I don't even smoke no za, but I know when it's talkin' bout some' (Phew)

I ain't really tryna get booked, tell 12 "That's not my gun" (Bah, bah)

She ain't never met no real one, I'ma show her one

My brother rollin' up like the Crimson Tide, no Bond

Uh, I ain't gon' let no one shame me for tryna keep my time

Niggas sayin' they got issues that Charlotte Red done got by (Yeah)

She can't even look in my eyes like I'ma burn her insides (She can't)

Stomp on a nigga in socks, I'm chillin' wit' Martin in the box, yeah

All of my niggas they want me to lie, but I cannot lie

Shot at a bitch on live, she hid from the camera, I know that she fuck with the vibe

I'm in a Challenger, Ty

You don't wan' challenge my gang, that's how niggas die

I'm finna count up my bucks

I got a M, I don't owe nobody a dime

How they gon' separate us?

I don't even know what category they got me inside

I'll be outside until dusk

None of my haters is comin' outside

How Red cold but he still the flame? Somebody got' put that shit out

I'm finna run this shit up so high that I can't even fall in a drought no more (Uh)

I don't even smoke no za, but I know when it's talkin' bout some' (Ugh)

I ain't really tryna get booked, tell 12 "That's not my gun" (Not my gun)

She ain't never met no real one, I'ma show her one (Show her that shit)

My brother rollin' up like the Crimson Tide, no Bond

Uh, I ain't gon' let no one shame me for tryna keep my time (Let 'em)

Niggas sayin' they got issues that Charlotte Red done got by (Got issues)

She can't even look in my eyes like I'ma burn her insides (Pussy)

Stomp on a nigga in socks, I'm chillin' wit' Martin in the box (Bitch)