James Bond

I'm in this bit with temper
I'm in this bit with temper
Tempstrumentals

We pressuring opps, don't say to much cause I been through a lot
I then seen my main Nigga switch up we used to be tight now the nigga then turned into Bishop
Bitch suck my duck I don't even want to kiss ya
Temp on the bean and I'm on the liquor
She ain't throwing no ass but she want me to tip her
He feel left out like he skippa the flippa

We creeping, you still with yo hoe and she cheating.
Whatever she say you believe it, knowing damn well she freaky
I ran it up quick, Jimmy in the back seat with a new stick
Yea we fin to go on a brand new lick
And you know who we hit so you know we ain't miss
Then we sliding to Ttown
I'm fin to gone head and turn to a beast now
Get wrong in the club you gone get a beat down
I ran up the bag so they want to leach now
She was a good girl now she a freak
I figured it out when she let the gang beat
These Niggas they mad cus they wanna be me shit get scary like a dog off the leash
Wash my hands and I threw all the love out
Everywhere I go I bring all the thugs out
Turnt they back on me they looking for love now
Turnt em to a Christian he giving out hugs now
We scoping the block, I can't believe I'm stalking a opp
Main Nigga talking tough really the cops
His bitch wanna fuck so she gave me the drop
Long Live Jokk I remember that call
Heart damn near dropped
Creep up, niggas can't hang around us
Now the Niggas want to team up
We on the main stage and they watching from the bleachers
Summer, winter, fall and we keeping them heaters
The world fucked up just look at our preachers
You a hypocrite Nigga how the fuck can you teach us

I'm pressure, on God I'm next up
Ran up a bag he can't catch up
Yea yea yea
I'm locked in I'm still trying to get the Glock in
Beat his ass up like rocky
Headed to the top no stopping