007

I got 007 guns, but a nigga out on bond

Just took my wrist up out the freezer, but I keep a firearm

Just cut that bitch off, I ain't need her, I ain't even lead her on

I pour Wockesha in two liters, and pour it in my styrofoam

I won't trip about no eater, she a demon

I won't take a bitch to Neimans, unless she a keeper

I put a 50 in the Bank (Lloyd), yeah they Young Bucks

My niggas don't do walk downs, all they do is run ups

She a track star, so I turned her to a runner

I sent her out to Cali, told her, go pick up some luggage

My niggas struggling every day, but they ain't Joe Buddens