StanWill - James Bond lyrics

(Stan, turn me up)
Heavy press all year, bitch, we on fully
Huh, bitch, we on fully
Heavy press all year, bitch, we on fully
Flashed the racks at yo bitch
And she showed goodies
Huh, yeah, yo bitch showed goodies
Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy, ayy, ayy

Heavy press all year, bitch, we on fully
Flashed a roll at yo bitch
And she showed goodies
Only X that I got is on hoodies
Boy starting beef on the web?
He a broke bully
Turn dawg song on, it was good perp
Big stepper, D&G scribbled on the footwork
Push a chip in a reader, I don't push work
Tell my old hoes I'm up shit, do I look hurt?
Huh, my heart broke but my pockets ain't
Bitch rock Laurent but she damn
Sure not a saint
When the opps see me out, they stop and hate
I'm a shit talker
Hit the booth with a lot to say
If being poor was a crime
They'd sentence y'all
Touching rack after rack, I'm a tennis ball
Amiri's too tight, the pape can't fit at all
Just know if you talking scams
I been involved
Eating lamb chops in the club with the tool
I could show you how to
Turn yo dubs into blues
Only time you drip is in the tub or the pool
Bitch a demon, if you fall in love
You a fool paid five strips 'cause the
Shirt say "Mastermind"
Scam grannies and I punch shit
In my passing time
Laser beam off extendo when I grab the 9
Saying Stan ain't touching pape'? Boy
That's asinine

7 double 0 for the kicks
Feel like James Bond
If bro say it's fuck you
I'm on the same time
Threw the Play tee on, now it's game time
Throwing surfboards at you boys
Tryna wave ride
Huh, and I ain't never change sides
It don't matter what the clock
Say 'cause it's pape time
I know getting to the top is gon' take time
I'll send him to the underworld
'fore he take mine

Yelling scoreboard at the opps
We done blew 'em out
Thumbing through the blues
Fighting sleep got me losing count
Like that Call of Duty map
We'll shoot his house
Bitch look like Kim Possible
Whip the Rufus out
9 in my skinny jeans, nigga, lack where?
I got quick draw Hall of Fame, nigga
Scrap where?
I'll probably go to Hell if a bag there
Climbing up a beanstalk if I
Hear it's jacks there
Feeling like a Autobot with that roll out
They ain't see me ball then
Now the crowd sold out
Christian Louboutins when I step
Got the soles out
Grim Reaper took my soul out
McQueens with the air bubble
I'm a cloud stepper
You ain't hopped off the porch
You a house stepper
Cheesy-ass nigga, all I do is count cheddar
Dick sucking in my comments? Boy
You a clout catcher

7 double 0 for the kicks
Feel like James Bond
If bro say it's fuck you
I'm on the same time
Threw the Play tee on, now it's game time
Throwing surfboards at you boys
Tryna wave ride
Huh, and I ain't never change sides
It don't matter what the clock
Say 'cause it's pape time
I know getting to the top is gon' take time
I'll send him to the underworld
'fore he take mine

(Stan, turn me up) 7 double 0 for the kicks
Feel like James Bond
If bro say it's fuck you
I'm on the same time
Threw the Play tee on, now it's game time
Throwing surfboards at you boys
Tryna wave ride
Huh, and I ain't never change sides
It don't matter what the clock
Say 'cause it's pape time
I know getting to the top is gon' take time
I'll send him to the underworld
'fore he take mine