Goldeneye

Let's get it,
Aye, aye,

Watch that n***a,
He talkin' crazy I'll pop that n***a,
Clean a n***a block with the fuckin' mop,
I'll wash that n***a,

All my n***as they be kickin' big shit!
Mortal Kombat n***a,
Wipe me down I know I look like a lick but I'm not that n***a,

Seen 'em lackin' broad day had to walk down on em like a run way,
Keep a bale and a scale on me I be serving grams like a lunch tray,

Open up shop then i beat a n***a block
Like a fucking gun case,
Took the trap route I can’t back out cause this shit a fuckin' one way,

He woofin' but he don’t want gunplay,,
Shoutout to Carlito my ese,
Got 3 on me I feel like D Wade,
I fuck on yo hoe make a sex tape,

She wanna come back like a replay,
I told her come back
Just don’t come up short,
Lil n***a pick up the beef wit a fork
I’m sending shots not a tallboy,

These n***a talk but they ain’t making no noise
Get a package shipment from Illinois,
Beat up the pack got me feelin' like Floyd
Fire 2 shots now that boy unemployed,

Fire 2 shots,

Remember when I use to steal from the shop
Now i’m in my bag in you not,
Do eem like Jack put his ass in a Box,

Backdoor a n***a I ain’t finna knock,
Shaq on a n***a I’m huggin' the block,
Hit em soon as we find out where he sleep,
Don’t care if he undercover or not,

Don’t care if he with his mother or not
He said he want smoke lil n***a don’t choke,
All my niggas steppin' so u better watch ya throat,
Walk inside the party pull a hoe like a rope,

Pullin bitches like its tug of war
I hit her once I dont want her no more,
I just hit em then I hit the door
Pick and roll like a 1 and a 4,

10 with me call her Mike Bibby,
N***a super fly like a kite with me,
She want me to pop like a Sprite with me,
I’m off the chain like my bike trippin,

You woke up this morning and you aint make no bread
How do that shit sit on yo head?
When u was at work I was with her on yo bed
Hit from the back she said “oh yea”,

And we friends not no lovers
Man we dont even go under covers,
I get my nut then dont even touch her
Nun but Ciroc and some gold rubbers,

These bitches gon fuck if u got a rack!
Swat em like flies I dont need a gnat,
If we got beef why u tweetin’ that?
Fuck all that talk where we meeting at?

X him like Malcolm he in the middle
Fuck all that talk I aint sentimental,
Get to the point like when centers dribble
Man I just fucked this whole instrumental (Pause),
I mean fucked up the instrumental,

N***as gon' talk all that shit but..
Aye shoutout that n***a J Gav man fuck with that n***a I'm on yo ass like skinny jeans,
Man you know how I'm rockin' man, Tuh,
Perkins shit! On the babies!
Fuck what you talkin' bout, bitch!