Suited up, I'm tryna be noble
Suited up, masked up, I ain't payin' bond
Suited up, masked up, I ain't payin' bond
Suited up, masked up, I ain't payin' bond
Countdown 007, bitch, it's a bomb
She like, what's in your cup? Bitch, I'm sippin' the line
She like, what's on your mind? I'm tryna f*ck me a dime
You spend a dime in Saks and Neimans
Boy we spent a dime on Dracs and nines
Might as well call me Bill Gates
Cause I'm probably as high as this credit line
Boy, we ridin' around bippin', slippin' and slidin
Cause we cut the traction off
They whole gang lined up like common denominators
We boutta go shoot they whole fraction off
Bitch, who you with me? And I give you a card
This shit just a tap and go
Said I'm like Bond when the hoes around
But I turn into James when Its action out
I hit 10, 20, 30, 50 balls
Let's go band for band
My whole team filled to capacity
Boy yall team couldn't even go man for man
We'll slide on your side, go land to land
All these Glocks top, notch lets just go gen for gen
Boy, I'm poppin' outside with da drac'y, rapid fire
I don't even want y'all tote the fn
Shawty wan kiss up and down on my body
She wanna bip and sip all of the donny
He slippin', don't bip him, go ahead and rob eem
Yo, bitch built weird y'all like Rodrick and Rowly
Bro get tired of strikin' them SRTS
He said He wanna strike em an Audi
Bitch, I don't got a inny, so I'm always outty
Every time we pull off, and look back, that shit cloudy
Bitch, I'm tickin
10, 9, 8, 007
Bitch im outside on the dime with a dime on me
I won't never pop out with no nines
Boy this trap a construction site
It's a whole lot of ladders, you can't even climb
You don't got no tablet or a G, so you can't strike V's
And you can't slide
Told bro hand me the milli the 10 tryn slide wit a dime we dont slide wit no 9's
He try run from the bandits bro hawked eem down put that shit in his ribs hit eem all in his side
Nigga got hit in his shit now we smoking on barbecue ribs and i dont need no side
Kutthroat boys we aint pickin no side nigga 4G8K and its slide or provide
Rule number one dont shoot out the ride
Tf is the 8 aint nobody outside i done went through too many times
Ion give a f*ck where we at see a nigga ion like ima dunk on his ass like bron
Dont give a f*ck who he wit ill put the drac on a nigga while he wit his mom
Open my door start throwing dem bombs Glock 26 hit hard like saquon
Nigga im sergeant i tell dem niggas go kill they gon bring me a head ima still go wit em
We dont drop no bags on niggas you play wit dem kut throats then we gon kill em
Im wit da dogs these niggas a chase you right down and treat yo lil ass like a kitten
Im on da 8 wit my work and my pistol last time we had hit that block they aint come outside they was bitching
We selling bags ian working my wrist i be pushing them loads but bro in that kitchen
We like drugs and we like bitches, we like glocks and we like switches
We like gettin up close dont try to run lil nigga cause ima run wit u
I really seen niggas get hit wit that hot shit start freezing up i thought he was wit it
Spin thru the sev if i catch me a cracker on sight ima get on one knee and start blitzin
I took a scat from a youngyin cause he aint deserve it me and zmoney was in it
Dont give a f*ck if its fishbowl ian nervous ima still bounce out and get one
We hit that block we aint shooting no kids but we be chasing shit down we be making the kids run
Sipnrkz - 007 BOMB (feat. SaddyGB) Lyrics
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Suited up, I'm tryna be noble
Suited up, masked up, I ain't payin' bond
Suited up, masked up, I ain't payin' bond
Suited up, masked up, I ain't payin' bond
Countdown 007, bitch, it's a bomb
She like, what's in your cup? Bitch, I'm sippin' the line
She like, what's on your mind? I'm tryna f*ck me a dime
You spend a dime in Saks and Neimans
Boy we spent a dime on Dracs and nines
Might as well call me Bill Gates
Cause I'm probably as high as this credit line
Boy, we ridin' around bippin', slippin' and slidin
Cause we cut the traction off
They whole gang lined up like common denominators
We boutta go shoot they whole fraction off
Bitch, who you with me? And I give you a card
This shit just a tap and go
Said I'm like Bond when the hoes around
But I turn into James when Its action out
I hit 10, 20, 30, 50 balls
Let's go band for band
My whole team filled to capacity
Boy yall team couldn't even go man for man
We'll slide on your side, go land to land
All these Glocks top, notch lets just go gen for gen
Boy, I'm poppin' outside with da drac'y, rapid fire
I don't even want y'all tote the fn
Shawty wan kiss up and down on my body
She wanna bip and sip all of the donny
He slippin', don't bip him, go ahead and rob eem
Yo, bitch built weird y'all like Rodrick and Rowly
Bro get tired of strikin' them SRTS
He said He wanna strike em an Audi
Bitch, I don't got a inny, so I'm always outty
Every time we pull off, and look back, that shit cloudy
Bitch, I'm tickin
10, 9, 8, 007
Bitch im outside on the dime with a dime on me
I won't never pop out with no nines
Boy this trap a construction site
It's a whole lot of ladders, you can't even climb
You don't got no tablet or a G, so you can't strike V's
And you can't slide
Told bro hand me the milli the 10 tryn slide wit a dime we dont slide wit no 9's
He try run from the bandits bro hawked eem down put that shit in his ribs hit eem all in his side
Nigga got hit in his shit now we smoking on barbecue ribs and i dont need no side
Kutthroat boys we aint pickin no side nigga 4G8K and its slide or provide
Rule number one dont shoot out the ride
Tf is the 8 aint nobody outside i done went through too many times
Ion give a f*ck where we at see a nigga ion like ima dunk on his ass like bron
Dont give a f*ck who he wit ill put the drac on a nigga while he wit his mom
Open my door start throwing dem bombs Glock 26 hit hard like saquon
Nigga im sergeant i tell dem niggas go kill they gon bring me a head ima still go wit em
We dont drop no bags on niggas you play wit dem kut throats then we gon kill em
Im wit da dogs these niggas a chase you right down and treat yo lil ass like a kitten
Im on da 8 wit my work and my pistol last time we had hit that block they aint come outside they was bitching
We selling bags ian working my wrist i be pushing them loads but bro in that kitchen
We like drugs and we like bitches, we like glocks and we like switches
We like gettin up close dont try to run lil nigga cause ima run wit u
I really seen niggas get hit wit that hot shit start freezing up i thought he was wit it
Spin thru the sev if i catch me a cracker on sight ima get on one knee and start blitzin
I took a scat from a youngyin cause he aint deserve it me and zmoney was in it
Dont give a f*ck if its fishbowl ian nervous ima still bounce out and get one
We hit that block we aint shooting no kids but we be chasing shit down we be making the kids run
Suited up, masked up, I ain't payin' bond
Suited up, masked up, I ain't payin' bond
Suited up, masked up, I ain't payin' bond
Countdown 007, bitch, it's a bomb
She like, what's in your cup? Bitch, I'm sippin' the line
She like, what's on your mind? I'm tryna f*ck me a dime
You spend a dime in Saks and Neimans
Boy we spent a dime on Dracs and nines
Might as well call me Bill Gates
Cause I'm probably as high as this credit line
Boy, we ridin' around bippin', slippin' and slidin
Cause we cut the traction off
They whole gang lined up like common denominators
We boutta go shoot they whole fraction off
Bitch, who you with me? And I give you a card
This shit just a tap and go
Said I'm like Bond when the hoes around
But I turn into James when Its action out
I hit 10, 20, 30, 50 balls
Let's go band for band
My whole team filled to capacity
Boy yall team couldn't even go man for man
We'll slide on your side, go land to land
All these Glocks top, notch lets just go gen for gen
Boy, I'm poppin' outside with da drac'y, rapid fire
I don't even want y'all tote the fn
Shawty wan kiss up and down on my body
She wanna bip and sip all of the donny
He slippin', don't bip him, go ahead and rob eem
Yo, bitch built weird y'all like Rodrick and Rowly
Bro get tired of strikin' them SRTS
He said He wanna strike em an Audi
Bitch, I don't got a inny, so I'm always outty
Every time we pull off, and look back, that shit cloudy
Bitch, I'm tickin
10, 9, 8, 007
Bitch im outside on the dime with a dime on me
I won't never pop out with no nines
Boy this trap a construction site
It's a whole lot of ladders, you can't even climb
You don't got no tablet or a G, so you can't strike V's
And you can't slide
Told bro hand me the milli the 10 tryn slide wit a dime we dont slide wit no 9's
He try run from the bandits bro hawked eem down put that shit in his ribs hit eem all in his side
Nigga got hit in his shit now we smoking on barbecue ribs and i dont need no side
Kutthroat boys we aint pickin no side nigga 4G8K and its slide or provide
Rule number one dont shoot out the ride
Tf is the 8 aint nobody outside i done went through too many times
Ion give a f*ck where we at see a nigga ion like ima dunk on his ass like bron
Dont give a f*ck who he wit ill put the drac on a nigga while he wit his mom
Open my door start throwing dem bombs Glock 26 hit hard like saquon
Nigga im sergeant i tell dem niggas go kill they gon bring me a head ima still go wit em
We dont drop no bags on niggas you play wit dem kut throats then we gon kill em
Im wit da dogs these niggas a chase you right down and treat yo lil ass like a kitten
Im on da 8 wit my work and my pistol last time we had hit that block they aint come outside they was bitching
We selling bags ian working my wrist i be pushing them loads but bro in that kitchen
We like drugs and we like bitches, we like glocks and we like switches
We like gettin up close dont try to run lil nigga cause ima run wit u
I really seen niggas get hit wit that hot shit start freezing up i thought he was wit it
Spin thru the sev if i catch me a cracker on sight ima get on one knee and start blitzin
I took a scat from a youngyin cause he aint deserve it me and zmoney was in it
Dont give a f*ck if its fishbowl ian nervous ima still bounce out and get one
We hit that block we aint shooting no kids but we be chasing shit down we be making the kids run
Writer: Knowledge Abney
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