007

[Intro]
(Ginseng)
(Ayy, yeah)
(Yeah, go)
(Woah, yeah, ayy)
D—

[Verse]
D-D-Don't even gotta shoot, give that bitch to Bell
Walk in YSL, they say, "What's the smell?"
I've been kickin' shit, know that you can tell
Summrs 007, ring a bell
High up off this gas, babygirl, I'm shell
Sippin' on this lean, bae I need some help
I don't even skate, but I'm on the rail
That mean I'm on my grind, know that you can tell
My bitch down to earth like a spider
And I'm in that Spider
Shit can get lit, just like a lighter
He say he get high, babygirl, I get higher
He think he get fly, babygirl, I get flier
Off of this lean, got me movin' slow
Sippin' DJ Phat when I'm in the mode
My pockets they stay fat, fat than a hoe
Walk right up in Neiman like, "Give me those"
Tatted on my neck, it attract the hoes
She just want the sex, yeah, I'm hip, I know
And her pussy pink, Pepto Bismol
Get shit poppin' on the scene, like some Crisco
Smokin' on this gas like the Citgo
In this coupe, it's fast, man, that bitch go
Fuckin' on her sister, man, that kinfolk
Light up the gas with the zippo
Hit it from the back, like them dimples
Fuck in the pool, make some ripples
Now she stuck on me like she stapled
Suck me with no hands, I know you able