Joey Bada$$ - Word Is Bond lyrics

Got the reggies from the Bush
Get lifted like a saint off the kush
Man all my niggas push
So I always got the zipstock in the Ziplock
Stay lo, like Ralph lip stock, hit the Mary
Won't kiss and tell
My lips locked but my grip's not
So I pass it off real burners
And we ashing off your furniture
Fuck your couch, bitch, hush your mouth
She said she fell in one of them Ls
But lust don't count
These chickens don't love me
They love the account
But they will never know what's the amount
I keep the hoes in check 'Til they bounce
Don't ever let a chick see you withdrawn
These niggas want to know what I draw with
But won't respond to what I've drawn
Tetrahedrons, take a dose of Patron
With knowledge juice and deuce
Cubes of Metatron
They wouldn't hear the tone
Through a megaphone, let alone
Cella phone, but my line stay hella blown
Hella blown, hella blown

Yo Houston, we got a problem, copy
Four, five hotties in the lobby
Said that they can blow the rockets properly
But blow up spots and never stop
Like them aki's
They never get aqui to my property
Known around my city like George Pataki
Young Jason for them dollars in
The mix like teriyaki
And round four, I force my large Versace
Over my big head, cause I don't live here
She getting too cocky
Won't spot me in no closet
I ain't like Kels and them
Her closet full of arm limbs and a skeleton

I spray nines on foes
Bet if you pick five emcees
Seven, ain't gone flow like me
Nigga I'm two-six
I mean too sick, sent to Earth just to shit
Mami, come steer, some new stick, got a man?
I don't give two shit's
Better tell that doofus deuces before
He catch a whipping
Hit him in his Charles Dickens and
Strip him for his Scottie Pippens
Cause it's all about the big pimping
Rob him for his Nixon
And then question him about his timing
Right here, it gets reckless, best advice is
To tuck your necklace
And put your arms right back into your Lexus
Cause G-Stone Crips, they ain't nothing
To flex with, and billy gang Pyru
They really on some next shit
So if I were you I
Would probably ride with two
No fool, not two dudes, two tools
As in deuce-deuce cause niggas jack
You for your soul
And your new shoes and your jewels too
There's something about another
Nigga having shit
That have a nigga spazzing clips all
Up in your back and dip
Cause it's all about bagging
The baddest chick
Stacking them chicks up in Saks Fifth
But word is bond, you been on
Word is bond, you been on