007

(Energy made this one)

♪

Yeah, huh

I'm scared of Energy, he pulled up swerving in a 'Vette

BIN Reaper, at the self scanner working in my tech

Fiends in the trap, no cap, serve 'em out the REC'

Saks Fifth, Neiman Marcus, shit, I'm splurging with a check

Groupie ho let me fuck her off the punch lines

Bend her over, windmill, shit, it's dunk time

Chopper Justin Bieber, let it sing for the one time

Ten or bettеr party, please don't even try and up five

Finna use the CPN, bitch, I'm a credit booster

Wartime, pay my hitman, bitch, I invest in shooters

Nah, for real, a hundred sticks, gon' need some extras troopers

Dog chain ain't pass the diamond tester, need to check his jeweller

Overlapping competition, I'm gon' need a gold medal

Bougie bitch with me smoking za out a rose petal

2022, I'm tryna fuck up Coachella

Pillow talker, doggy on the phone with the hoes telling

CPL on me, I ain't no felon

Chain water, reach for this bitch, I'm popping bro melon

I'ma creep up on him with the stick, 007

For my scam rookies, drive south, that's a pro message

I was scoring six in the city back with Jahvid Best

Treat his dumb ass like Draymond, he can't dodge the TEC

Walking out of Chase with a smile, I just got a check

Three-five of, uh, I can't say it, shit, I'm out of breath

Hundred rounder, 50 drummer, shit, we left his house a mess

Firebomb his whole shit, now his house a deck

Spent 50 getting 'round, that was just without the Jet

On my way to eat steak at Fleming's running out the set

Shoot to Birmingham, shit, I'm finna go Revive shop

Star player on the court, I'm higher than the sky box

Caught an eye shot, we done turned him to a Cyclops

On the dark web, 201s, hope these slides pop

High as hell in the booth, really, I'm just freestyling

Crib far, drive to it, you gon' need mileage

Me, Dee, and James hit the Runtz, turned to three pilots

Hit his bitch on FaceTime, now he crying

Add cheese on his dumb ass, now he minus

Had to turn Dora off 'cause I'ma keep swiping

Tryna catch up to BabyTron, yeah, keep trying

See the boss coming to the counter, finna sneak by him

Chinese V-cut turn me into Gogeta

B22s cost a band, these ain't no Filas

Huh, shit, BIN master, scam star, all I know's Visas

Running up a check, damn near turned into a whole cheetah

Pouring eights, enough Wocky for a four litter

She a whole cheater, you a dummy if you don't leave her

Bitch bad, blocking shots like a goalkeeper

Got it out the mud on my dolo, ain't need no teacher

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Shittyboyz