Yeah!
Yeah!
Bandz
007 send shots at yo body
If he want smoke roll em' like some exotic
F*ck on yo' bitch I know she a thottie
Lick on her neck got her wetter than a faucet
Yeah, I'm the booth got it hotter than a taki
Packs touch down feel like Ty Lockett
I'm on the wing shoot em' up on blodgett
Up late night make a song on logic
007 send shots at yo body
If he want smoke roll em' like some exotic
F*ck on yo' bitch I know she a thottie
Lick on her neck got her wetter than a faucet
Yeah, I'm the booth got it hotter than a taki
Packs touch down feel like Ty Lockett
I'm on the wing shoot em' up on blodgett
Up late night make a song on logic
007 I'm rapping to stay
Real sassy bitch don't even say hey
No small talk, No conversation
All I need to know is where the money?
He buy a pack, I flip it same day
Double it back, I'm ridin' with Tray
Talk to me crazy, know he gone spray
I'm chasing a bag don't get in my way
Young trap nigga just lookin for a profit
3 2 1 pack gone, nigga stop it
We was f*cked up, ain't hear from nobody
Yo bro beefed up we ain't trippen about it
One false move watch the bro's get violent
We can see the hate but we just ride by it
Half these niggas ain't killed nobody
Most these niggas ain't makin no profit
Bad lil bitch, cute face and body
Pussy real wet, I ain't talkin Dasani
Niggas gettin checked I ain't gotta remind em
Damn
007 send shots at yo body
If he want smoke roll em' like some exotic
F*ck on yo' bitch I know she a thottie
Lick on her neck got her wetter than a faucet
Yeah, I'm the booth got it hotter than a taki
Packs touch down feel like Ty Lockett
I'm on the wing shoot em' up on blodgett
Up late night make a song on logic
On the weekend bitches love the crew
My nigga spray bullets his nickname drew
Colder then a mountain pour a deuce in a dew
Allergic to 12 only way I catch a flu
These bitches be capping we ain't worried bout' you
Off White shoes I just copped two
My Gucci purse, yeah that shit new
Ain't f*cking with you Ima do what i do (I do it)
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Yeah!
Yeah!
Bandz
007 send shots at yo body
If he want smoke roll em' like some exotic
F*ck on yo' bitch I know she a thottie
Lick on her neck got her wetter than a faucet
Yeah, I'm the booth got it hotter than a taki
Packs touch down feel like Ty Lockett
I'm on the wing shoot em' up on blodgett
Up late night make a song on logic
007 send shots at yo body
If he want smoke roll em' like some exotic
F*ck on yo' bitch I know she a thottie
Lick on her neck got her wetter than a faucet
Yeah, I'm the booth got it hotter than a taki
Packs touch down feel like Ty Lockett
I'm on the wing shoot em' up on blodgett
Up late night make a song on logic
007 I'm rapping to stay
Real sassy bitch don't even say hey
No small talk, No conversation
All I need to know is where the money?
He buy a pack, I flip it same day
Double it back, I'm ridin' with Tray
Talk to me crazy, know he gone spray
I'm chasing a bag don't get in my way
Young trap nigga just lookin for a profit
3 2 1 pack gone, nigga stop it
We was f*cked up, ain't hear from nobody
Yo bro beefed up we ain't trippen about it
One false move watch the bro's get violent
We can see the hate but we just ride by it
Half these niggas ain't killed nobody
Most these niggas ain't makin no profit
Bad lil bitch, cute face and body
Pussy real wet, I ain't talkin Dasani
Niggas gettin checked I ain't gotta remind em
Damn
007 send shots at yo body
If he want smoke roll em' like some exotic
F*ck on yo' bitch I know she a thottie
Lick on her neck got her wetter than a faucet
Yeah, I'm the booth got it hotter than a taki
Packs touch down feel like Ty Lockett
I'm on the wing shoot em' up on blodgett
Up late night make a song on logic
On the weekend bitches love the crew
My nigga spray bullets his nickname drew
Colder then a mountain pour a deuce in a dew
Allergic to 12 only way I catch a flu
These bitches be capping we ain't worried bout' you
Off White shoes I just copped two
My Gucci purse, yeah that shit new
Ain't f*cking with you Ima do what i do (I do it)
Yeah!
Bandz
007 send shots at yo body
If he want smoke roll em' like some exotic
F*ck on yo' bitch I know she a thottie
Lick on her neck got her wetter than a faucet
Yeah, I'm the booth got it hotter than a taki
Packs touch down feel like Ty Lockett
I'm on the wing shoot em' up on blodgett
Up late night make a song on logic
007 send shots at yo body
If he want smoke roll em' like some exotic
F*ck on yo' bitch I know she a thottie
Lick on her neck got her wetter than a faucet
Yeah, I'm the booth got it hotter than a taki
Packs touch down feel like Ty Lockett
I'm on the wing shoot em' up on blodgett
Up late night make a song on logic
007 I'm rapping to stay
Real sassy bitch don't even say hey
No small talk, No conversation
All I need to know is where the money?
He buy a pack, I flip it same day
Double it back, I'm ridin' with Tray
Talk to me crazy, know he gone spray
I'm chasing a bag don't get in my way
Young trap nigga just lookin for a profit
3 2 1 pack gone, nigga stop it
We was f*cked up, ain't hear from nobody
Yo bro beefed up we ain't trippen about it
One false move watch the bro's get violent
We can see the hate but we just ride by it
Half these niggas ain't killed nobody
Most these niggas ain't makin no profit
Bad lil bitch, cute face and body
Pussy real wet, I ain't talkin Dasani
Niggas gettin checked I ain't gotta remind em
Damn
007 send shots at yo body
If he want smoke roll em' like some exotic
F*ck on yo' bitch I know she a thottie
Lick on her neck got her wetter than a faucet
Yeah, I'm the booth got it hotter than a taki
Packs touch down feel like Ty Lockett
I'm on the wing shoot em' up on blodgett
Up late night make a song on logic
On the weekend bitches love the crew
My nigga spray bullets his nickname drew
Colder then a mountain pour a deuce in a dew
Allergic to 12 only way I catch a flu
These bitches be capping we ain't worried bout' you
Off White shoes I just copped two
My Gucci purse, yeah that shit new
Ain't f*cking with you Ima do what i do (I do it)
Writer: CHRISTOPHER BOND
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC