James Bond Robber

Yea, I know that you're slingin packs

I'm gonna serve a lick and I'm thinkin bout takin that

And I ain't gon lie, the plug damn near them

Fiendin me the marijuana, shit the game no fun

Rap came with the work man, I came with the gun

He came with the gun but he left in the trunk

Told him chill for a sec, let's roll up a blunt

God based, I got cash so I know wutchu want

Started talkin bout life, keepin shit up front

Man the lighter, spark this up

Man, this shit good, what the fuck man?

Aye pass it to the boy and he hit that boy good

Purple smoke kush, I urk and lean back

And then I hit him with the bean Jackie lean back

Couple watch the scene at

Now I'm thinkin what the fuck, how I'm gonna do that?

He take that, I guess I'll be cleaning that

Kick dude up stackin, people still talkin

I move the car, it's about 1 in the morning

Look, what I started, I guess I'm so heartless

The way I'm door to door, you would think that I'm on it

Let's get back to the performance, put his body in the car

Put the drugs in mine, drove it a couple miles

I got some shit outside

People waving at me, happy, ain't even trippin

Parked the car on the street, left in limpin

Like fuck that, catch a cab or something

Gotta walk that trail, where the nearest gas station?

I'm too thirsty, this '76 – that's straight for me

No guilt on me cause the dope was free

Like a priest's son asked if he can call me a cab

I left my phone in my car, took the wallet and cash

Pay him dude, now I'm waiting for the cab

Cab driver pull up, I just gave him the cash

Told him go fast and don't drag

Police pass on the other side, for a homicide

You pass by the car where the body died

Somehow somebody CSI when I was ridin

So we still drivin, getting a lil closer

Police show up, my heart folded, stomach up in my chest

I started sweatin, live camera, drive another stop

Guns pulled on him in the fuckin drop

One thing I ain't leave was the Mack in our buck

Let them things out the window and I'm sprayin on shots

Cab driver run out, I move up to the front and I ain't like this shit

And I ain't never be done

Once may spark the blunt – James Bond the Robber

Smoking that bitch with a motherfuckin choppa

Lil Boss

Here you go

Let them take the shots man

Because we pulled into the fullest extend

Fuck it, I'm going out the gang

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