007 Lyrics

Boy you know I got that thing that make the bitches bounce

Everytime I hit you up you know you sold an ounce

Roll up spliffies fatter than yo mommas ass no doubt

Never catch me down cus bitch boy I got Hella routes

I got that thing that make fake ass real niggas comply

I got that thing that make these sexy bitches all go shy

Im never lacking got my pistol loaded golden eye

Walking round with 20 dollars I feel Hella fly

Walking round with 20 bitches guess I am that guy

I go harder than yall fuckboys i don't gotta try

I hate you lying hoes all of yall asking to die

I love you pussy bitches sitting on the sidelines

Bitch that feature wasn't free will that be cash or card

Yall be talking bout the struggle but didn't have it hard

I be going dummy fucking stupid like a retard

Shit I think i sprained my ankle fuckin yo bitch like a dog

Independent but you sound fucking trash homie

Fuck you talking bout you think I sound wack homie

Least I don't let my girlfriend eat my ass homie

Bitch you say you're better but struggle to fucking show me

I pop off just to show you bitch boys it can be done

Yall be tryna make some bangers I'm just havin fun

Either yall repeat your lines or its a rerun

Your rhymes are foul every shot I take a free throw

Bitch I'm spazzing on this beat like a freak huh

I done cooked your ass once here's a sequel

Rip to dead homies you gon see em

Fuck around n imma pop wit that thing