James Bond lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, Stan, turn me up)
Heavy press all year, b*tch, we on fully
Huh, b*tch, we on fully
Heavy press all year, b*tch, we on fully
Flashed the racks at yo b*tch and she showed goodies
Huh, yeah, yo b*tch showed goodies
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Heavy press all year, b*tch, we on fully
Flashed a roll at yo b*tch and she showed goodies
Only X that I got is on hoodies
Boy starting beef on the web? He a broke bully
Turn dawg song on, it was good perp
Big stepper, D&G scribbled on the footwork
Push a chip in a reader, I don't push work
Tell my old hoes I'm up sh*t, do I look hurt?
Huh, my heart broke but my pockets ain't
b*tch rock Laurent but she damn sure not a saint
When the opps see me out, they stop and hate
I'm a sh*t talker, hit the booth with a lot to say
If being poor was a crime, they'd sentence y'all
Touching rack after rack, I'm a tennis ball
Amiri's too tight, the pape can't fit at all
Just know if you talking scams, I been involved
Eating lamb chops in the club with the tool
I could show you how to turn yo dubs into blues
Only time you drip is in the tub or the pool
b*tch a demon, if you fall in love, you a fool
Paid five strips 'cause the shirt say "Mastermind"
Scam grannies and I punch sh*t in my passing time
Laser beam off extendo when I grab the 9
Saying Stan ain't touching pape'? Boy, that's asinine
[Hook]
7-double 0 for the kicks, feel like James Bond
If bro say it's f*ck you, I'm on the same time
Threw the Play tee on, now it's game time
Throwing surfboards at you boys tryna wave ride
Huh, and I ain't never change sides
It don't matter what the clock say 'cause it's pape time
I know getting to the top is gon' take time
I'll send him to the underworld 'fore he take mine

[Verse 2]
Yelling scoreboard at the opps, we done blew 'em out
Thumbing through the blues, fighting sleep got me losing count
Like that Call of Duty map, we'll shoot his house
b*tch look like Kim Possible, whip the Rufus out
.9 in my skinny jeans, n*gga, lack where?
I got quick draw Hall of Fame, n*gga, scrap where?
I'll probably go to Hell if a bag there
Climbing up a beanstalk if I hear it's jacks there
Feeling like a Autobot with that roll out
They ain't see me ball then, now the crowd sold out
Christian Louboutins when I step, got the soles out
Grim Reaper [?] took my soul out
McQueens with the air bubble, I'm a cloud stepper
You ain't hopped off the porch, you a house stepper
Cheesy-ass n*gga, all I do is count cheddar
di*k sucking in my comments? Boy, you a clout catcher
[Hook]
7-double 0 for the kicks, feel like James Bond
If bro say it's f*ck you, I'm on the same time
Threw the Play tee on, now it's game time
Throwing surfboards at you boys tryna wave ride
Huh, and I ain't never change sides
It don't matter what the clock say 'cause it's pape time
I know getting to the top is gon' take time
I'll send him to the underworld 'fore he take mine

[Outro]
(Ooh, Stan, turn me up)
7-double 0 for the kicks, feel like James Bond
If bro say it's f*ck you, I'm on the same time
Threw the Play tee on, now it's game time
Throwing surfboards at you boys tryna wave ride
Huh, and I ain't never change sides
It don't matter what the clock say 'cause it's pape time
I know getting to the top is gon' take time
I'll send him to the underworld 'fore he take mine