007

(Verse 1)
We four deep, on another mission
Of course I’m with the gang
I'm with James Harden, he ain’t doin’ no missin’ (at all)
You would think he was born to aim
Got the lo’ from his bitch, yea, I been fuckin’ his Missus
She showed me where he stay
Now I’m ready to spin, trigger finger itchin’
I got a switch he ain’t gettin’ away
I’m tryna’ spin
He tryna’ fight and shit like Jay won’t pull a Lul Timm
Lil hoe keep playin, like she ain’t know I was P
Bitch you know I’m Him
He was a hooper, but he died in that field (ha)
He shoulda stayed in that gym (stayed in that gym)
These niggas dry snitching, got me fighting a case
Hell nah I ain't beefin’ with them
Back to what I was sayin’
I just got a new Glock, plus I got buddy dropped
Catch em’ we sprayin’
He don’t get no pass, ‘member they spinned my block?
We four deep
Jay tryna test out his beam, but Sosa he mad as fuck
We been lurking too long
These niggas never outside, but we ain’t finna give up
We circle that spot like back to back
Wait that’s dude right by that truck
We like to spin back to back
But I said fuck that let’s walk up
We finna creep
He got a dick in his pocket, and the lil mans got a Drac
They seven deep
The odds on us, but fuck it, we still finna spray
James hold up, lil bitch let me catch up
He ain’t tryna’ wait
We start shootin’, they ain’t reach for they poles
Lil folks tried to get away
But Sosa don’t play
He wanted the one with the Drac
He was prepared for the chase
Put his faith in a hoe
Then he got hit wit the pole, but the rest of that shit I can’t say (The rest of that shit I can’t say)

(Bridge)
Ha
I don’t care if he got bodies
Ha
Bet I won’t get rid of this Glock
Ha
Spin the block like back to back yea who gon stop me?
Ha, Ha-Ha

(Verse 2)
Pop out at dark with a 50 or better
50k or better, Ight, I'll go and wet em’
I'm the type, pop out and hit up whoever
Catch him with his bitch, put they face on a sweater
I got love for (?), though, he'll get you together
Drac wit a drum, hit you in the senses
He spoke on JayBands, I pulled up in a second
Double cup extra muddy, I had to red it
We know he a bitch, he coppin’ pleas like his big brother (Ha)
If I dropped a bag, I swear to God they gon turn on each other
This drank shit nothin new I done sipped like every color
The bitch thought we was broke, pulled out a roll and burst her bubble (Burst her bubble)
(Lame ass hoe, you know we havin’)

(Outro)
Ha, Ha
Aye, pass me that cup (?)
Ha
Hand me that wood too