007

(Energy made this one) Yeah, huh I'm scared of Energy, he pulled up swerving in a 'Vette BIN Reaper, at the self scanner working in my tech Fiends in the trap, no cap, serve 'em out the REC' Saks Fifth, Neiman Marcus, shit, I'm splurging with a check Groupie ho let me fuck her off the punch lines Bend her over, windmill, shit, it's dunk time Chopper Justin Bieber, let it sing for the one time Ten or bettеr party, please don't even try and up five Finna use the CPN, bitch, I'm a credit booster Wartime, pay my hitman, bitch, I invest in shooters Nah, for real, a hundred sticks, gon' need some extras troopers Dog chain ain't pass the diamond tester, need to check his jeweller Overlapping competition, I'm gon' need a gold medal Bougie bitch with me smoking za out a rose petal 2022, I'm tryna fuck up Coachella Pillow talker, doggy on the phone with the hoes telling CPL on me, I ain't no felon Chain water, reach for this bitch, I'm popping bro melon I'ma creep up on him with the stick, 007 For my scam rookies, drive south, that's a pro message I was scoring six in the city back with Jahvid Best Treat his dumb ass like Draymond, he can't dodge the TEC Walking out of Chase with a smile, I just got a check Three-five of, uh, I can't say it, shit, I'm out of breath Hundred rounder, 50 drummer, shit, we left his house a mess Firebomb his whole shit, now his house a deck Spent 50 getting 'round, that was just without the Jet On my way to eat steak at Fleming's running out the set Shoot to Birmingham, shit, I'm finna go Revive shop Star player on the court, I'm higher than the sky box Caught an eye shot, we done turned him to a Cyclops On the dark web, 201s, hope these slides pop High as hell in the booth, really, I'm just freestyling Crib far, drive to it, you gon' need mileage Me, Dee, and James hit the Runtz, turned to three pilots Hit his bitch on FaceTime, now he crying Add cheese on his dumb ass, now he minus Had to turn Dora off 'cause I'ma keep swiping Tryna catch up to BabyTron, yeah, keep trying See the boss coming to the counter, finna sneak by him Chinese V-cut turn me into Gogeta B22s cost a band, these ain't no Filas Huh, shit, BIN master, scam star, all I know's Visas Running up a check, damn near turned into a whole cheetah Pouring eights, enough Wocky for a four litter She a whole cheater, you a dummy if you don't leave her Bitch bad, blocking shots like a goalkeeper Got it out the mud on my dolo, ain't need no teacher Yeah! Huh, ay Huh, ay Huh, ay Huh, ay Ay, ay Shittyboyz