James Bond

[Intro: Leeky G Bando]
Like, 7-9, heavy on it, like
(Ay Tony!)
Brrt the, brrt the bow bow bow bow, look
G Bando Jordan
(A Lau on the beat)
I feel like James Bond
I do a hit, I might have to make bond
Change clothes, then I change cars
We hit him up, he dead, he ain't spawned
It's a get rich extortion
Niggas be talking, but they ain't got shit to offer
Politickin', I'm quick to spark him
If he reach I'ma teach him, I don't bluff with barking, like

[Hook: Leeky G Bando]
I feel like James Bond
I do a hit, I may have to make bond
And we 'bout to do a drill
Gave my ooter a yerky, I told him to stay calm
I got shooters like Saint John's
Hope your life got insurance, ain't talking State Farm
You get hit with that same jawn
That .450's enormous, .38 too, like

[Verse: Leeky G Bando]
Google the gang, only two rappers that's putting in pain
No lettin' up
I catch a thrill from danger
I do a drill from anger
I'm pullin' up
Don't put your mans in danger
I just might kill a stranger
I've had enough
I make my niggas bosses
Young nigga look up to Kobe, not Michael Jordan
I still trap in some brand new forces
I snatch a leg, make her bust it open
Put on a good performance
Lately, been saucin' and drinkin' until I'm nauseous
I drop a yerc in my fanta, like
I'm off the gas
I just came back from Atlanta
I'm picking up a Santana, like
I'm getting breesh on the regular
Y'all niggas moving like fiends for the bag
But who the fuck made you sanctioned?
If I was your big homie, I'd be mad
You cannot cruise through my block
Don't make a move on my block
You front ya jewels on my block, empty that
Tell Bizz' Paul George em', like
Please don't do that
Can't talk about shit, 'cause I really do that
They never boom back
I'ma cut through the— uh, they already knew that
We turn that boy to a new pack
Brrr the, brrt the pow
We turn that boy to a— uh, like

[Hook: Leeky G Bando]
I feel like James Bond
I do a hit, I may have to make bond
And we 'bout to do a drill
Gave my ooter a yerky, I told him to stay calm
I got shooters like Saint John's
Hope your life got insurance, ain't talking State Farm
You get hit with that same jawn
That .450's enormous, .38 too, like

[Verse: Edot Babyy]
Fuck all the opps, lil' bitch
I keep a chop and I'm ready to flock, lil' bitch
Spinnin with mops and shit, he panickin', frozen, his heart is dropped and shit
'Cause Bando just got him a new sitchy
Uh, what's the link facts?
Tell all the opps to come get with me
Uh, no diss tracks
'Cause I really shoot shit, bitch
Brrrr-pa-ta, Edot boomin' shit
Clear the whole room
Bitch, I'm the youngest to do this
I been out here doing shit
Ain't talking no shootin' shit
But the moves that we making, they mad that we doing it
But I understand
They tight, but ain't bending no block for they man, bow!

[Hook: Leeky G Bando]
I feel like James Bond
I do a hit, I may have to make bond
And we 'bout to do a drill
Gave my ooter a yerky, I told him to stay calm
I got shooters like Saint John's
Hope your life got insurance, ain't talking State Farm
You get hit with that same jawn
That .450's enormous, .38 too, like

[Outro: Leeky G Bando]
I feel like James Bond
I do a hit, I might have to make bond
Change clothes, then I change cars
We hit him up, he dead, he ain't spawned
It's a get rich extortion
Niggas be talking, but they ain't got shit to offer
Politickin', I'm quick to spark him
If he reach I'ma teach him, I don't bluff with barking, like