Golden Eye

[Intro]
(Space effect reportin' live from another planet, reportin' live)

[Verse 1: Wallie the Sensei]
Roll me a blunt, face it
Niggas been through so much, you can see on our faces
Between dodgin' shell cases and them court cases
I need money, I'm still finna chase it
Told me my bail was ten thousand, I paid it
Life is a gamble, I better not place it
I was in a hotel room just pacin'
Then I started countin' up blue faces
Nigga start up the truck, shit sound like a fart
All my niggas on point, get hit with a dart
Hit her from the front, choke the bitch out like Bart
Nigga John Q. Junior, I don't have a heart
Heard a nigga got hit with a chop from the side
Slide, slide, bitch, come outside
Fah, fah, nigga died on live
Shouldn't've played with the guys, we'll make a nigga cry
They can murder back and forth just like tennis
In the street with no racket, my nigga, you finished

[Verse 2: Lil Double 0]
Uh, young nigga move like he 007
Chase down an opp and go slide in the trenches
I'm slidin' Balenci', my bitch in Givenchy
I come from the bottom, the middle of North Memphis
Your gang full of rats like a CI, you work with a T.I.
Gotta kill them niggas, mad snitches
I'm with Wallo and Coach and we on a new mission
I got luxury tax like my nigga Big 50
Talkin' 'bout 'bows, come and pick it
If you ain't got enough for the water, nigga can't even fill it 'cause we gon' up the ticket
Fill the boat with exotic bitches (Woah)
Jeezy fuckin' groupie bitches, woah
With Zona Man up in the trenches
I'm in Chiraq where they slide with them switches
ABK with an AK, double clippin'
He lost his life in four days for the dissin'
Break down a brick in four ways, I'ma split it
Young nigga finessin', jugg like Double D pimpin', uh

[Verse 3: Wallie the Sensei]
Hit him with the chop, he froze
Fuck all the rap shit, niggas be hoes
Nigga workin' under that plane stole all the 'bows
I wish I could tag his toe
Bake a nigga like a cake, F&N like an air fryer
I hate niggas more than a tow-truck driver
I was tryna take a nigga on a drill and he played like he sleep
He ain't my homie no more, that's their guy
Drive all day 'til a nigga get parked
See the target, hit him with a cart
Leave him on a tarp, the car won't start
Better know to keep quiet, niggas be marks, narcs
Lookin' for me, I been sellin' indo
Hit him through the tint, brains on the window
Hit his friend with the Kim K, no Kendall
Hit his head with a dot, make a nigga Hindu

[Verse 4: Lil Double 0]
Gen5 with flat back, but the clip extendo
This a paid hit, I don't care if you're kinfolk
They made 'em static 'til they end on the floor
Still be a lot of shit niggas ain't seen before, uh
Lot of shit that I done seen like a ghost
They say life is a movie, I need the remote
Poppin' different Percocet and float
Fuckin' different bitches, then I pass 'em to bro
He caught him one, now he think he get to boast?
Forever move militant, we do the most
Pop out with a full clip, hit it and go
Pop out with a full clip, hit it and score
Ain't no time to die
Look a man straight in his eye, you'll tell if he testified
The GoldenEye
I catch an opp out in public anywhere and I'ma shoot my fye