Edot Babyy, Leeky G Bando - James Bond lyrics
[Edot Babyy, Leeky G Bando - James Bond lyrics]
Like, 7-9, heavy on it, like (Ay Tony)
Brrt the, brrt the bow bow bow bow, look
G Bando Jordan (A Lau on the beat)
I feel like James Bond
I do a hit, I might have to make bond
Change clothes, then I change cars
We hit him up, he dead, he ain't spawned
It's a get rich extortion niggas be talking
But they ain't got shit to offer
Politickin', I'm quick to spark him
If he reach I'ma teach him
I don't bluff with barking, like
I feel like James Bond
I do a hit, I may have to make bond
And we 'bout to do a drill
Gave my ooter a yerky
I told him to stay calm
I got shooters like Saint John's
Hope your life got insurance
Ain't talking State Farm
You get hit with that same jawn
That 450's enormous, 38 too, like
Google the gang
Only two rappers that's putting in pain
No lettin' up i catch a thrill from danger
I do a drill from anger i'm pullin' up
Don't put your mans in danger
I just might kill a stranger i've had enough
I make my niggas bosses
Young nigga look up to Kobe
Not Michael Jordan
I still trap in some brand new forces
I snatch a leg, make her bust it open
Put on a good performance
Lately, been saucin' and drinkin'
Until I'm nauseous
I drop a yerc in my fanta, like
I'm off the gas
I just came back from Atlanta
I'm picking up a Santana, like
I'm getting breesh on the regular
Y'all niggas moving like fiends for the bag
But who the fuck made you sanctioned?
If I was your big homie, I'd be mad
You cannot cruise through my block
Don't make a move on my block
You front ya jewels on my block, empty that
Tell Bizz' Paul George em', like
Please don't do that can't talk about shit
'cause I really do that they never boom back
I'ma cut through the uh
They already knew that
We turn that boy to a new pack
Brrr the, brrt the pow
We turn that boy to a uh, like
I feel like James Bond
I do a hit, I may have to make bond
And we 'bout to do a drill
Gave my ooter a yerky
I told him to stay calm
I got shooters like Saint John's
Hope your life got insurance
Ain't talking State Farm
You get hit with that same jawn
That 450's enormous, 38 too, like
Fuck all the opps, lil' bitch
I keep a chop and I'm ready to flock
Lil' bitch spinnin with mops and shit
He panickin', frozen
His heart is dropped and shit
'Cause Bando just got him a new sitchy
Uh, what's the link facts?
Tell all the opps to come get with me
Uh, no diss tracks
'Cause I really shoot shit, bitch
Brrrr pa ta, Edot boomin' shit
Clear the whole room
Bitch, I'm the youngest to do this
I been out here doing shit
Ain't talking no shootin' shit
But the moves that we making
They mad that we doing it but I understand
They tight, but ain't bending no
Block for they man, bow!
I feel like James Bond
I do a hit, I may have to make bond
And we 'bout to do a drill
Gave my ooter a yerky
I told him to stay calm
I got shooters like Saint John's
Hope your life got insurance
Ain't talking State Farm
You get hit with that same jawn
That 450's enormous, 38 too, like
I feel like James Bond
I do a hit, I might have to make bond
Change clothes, then I change cars
We hit him up, he dead, he ain't spawned
It's a get rich extortion niggas be talking
But they ain't got shit to offer
Politickin', I'm quick to spark him
If he reach I'ma teach him
I don't bluff with barking, like
Brrt the, brrt the bow bow bow bow, look
G Bando Jordan (A Lau on the beat)
I feel like James Bond
I do a hit, I might have to make bond
Change clothes, then I change cars
We hit him up, he dead, he ain't spawned
It's a get rich extortion niggas be talking
But they ain't got shit to offer
Politickin', I'm quick to spark him
If he reach I'ma teach him
I don't bluff with barking, like
I feel like James Bond
I do a hit, I may have to make bond
And we 'bout to do a drill
Gave my ooter a yerky
I told him to stay calm
I got shooters like Saint John's
Hope your life got insurance
Ain't talking State Farm
You get hit with that same jawn
That 450's enormous, 38 too, like
Google the gang
Only two rappers that's putting in pain
No lettin' up i catch a thrill from danger
I do a drill from anger i'm pullin' up
Don't put your mans in danger
I just might kill a stranger i've had enough
I make my niggas bosses
Young nigga look up to Kobe
Not Michael Jordan
I still trap in some brand new forces
I snatch a leg, make her bust it open
Put on a good performance
Lately, been saucin' and drinkin'
Until I'm nauseous
I drop a yerc in my fanta, like
I'm off the gas
I just came back from Atlanta
I'm picking up a Santana, like
I'm getting breesh on the regular
Y'all niggas moving like fiends for the bag
But who the fuck made you sanctioned?
If I was your big homie, I'd be mad
You cannot cruise through my block
Don't make a move on my block
You front ya jewels on my block, empty that
Tell Bizz' Paul George em', like
Please don't do that can't talk about shit
'cause I really do that they never boom back
I'ma cut through the uh
They already knew that
We turn that boy to a new pack
Brrr the, brrt the pow
We turn that boy to a uh, like
I feel like James Bond
I do a hit, I may have to make bond
And we 'bout to do a drill
Gave my ooter a yerky
I told him to stay calm
I got shooters like Saint John's
Hope your life got insurance
Ain't talking State Farm
You get hit with that same jawn
That 450's enormous, 38 too, like
Fuck all the opps, lil' bitch
I keep a chop and I'm ready to flock
Lil' bitch spinnin with mops and shit
He panickin', frozen
His heart is dropped and shit
'Cause Bando just got him a new sitchy
Uh, what's the link facts?
Tell all the opps to come get with me
Uh, no diss tracks
'Cause I really shoot shit, bitch
Brrrr pa ta, Edot boomin' shit
Clear the whole room
Bitch, I'm the youngest to do this
I been out here doing shit
Ain't talking no shootin' shit
But the moves that we making
They mad that we doing it but I understand
They tight, but ain't bending no
Block for they man, bow!
I feel like James Bond
I do a hit, I may have to make bond
And we 'bout to do a drill
Gave my ooter a yerky
I told him to stay calm
I got shooters like Saint John's
Hope your life got insurance
Ain't talking State Farm
You get hit with that same jawn
That 450's enormous, 38 too, like
I feel like James Bond
I do a hit, I might have to make bond
Change clothes, then I change cars
We hit him up, he dead, he ain't spawned
It's a get rich extortion niggas be talking
But they ain't got shit to offer
Politickin', I'm quick to spark him
If he reach I'ma teach him
I don't bluff with barking, like