James Bond Robber

Yea, I know that you're slangin packs I'm gonna serve a lick and I'm thinkin bout takin that And I ain't gon lie, the plug damn near them Finna meet him at one, shit the game no fun Brah came with the work man, I came with the gun He came with the gun but he left in the trunk Told him chill for a sec, let's roll up a blunt Got base, I got cash so I know wutchu want Started talkin bout life, keepin shit up front Man, the lighter, spark this up Man, this shit good, what the fuck man? Pass it to the boy and he hit that boy good Purple smoke kush and urkel, lean back And then I hit him with the blue jack, he leaned back Couple watched the scene at Now I'm thinkin what the fuck, how I'm gonna leave that? He take that, I guess I'll be cleaning that Pick dude up stankin, people still talkin I moving cautious, about one in the morning Look what I started, I guess I'm so heartless The way I'm door to door, you would think that I'm mormon Let's get back to the performance, put his body in the car Put the drugs in mine, drove it a couple miles I got some shit outside People waving at me, happy, ain't even trippin Parked the car on the street, left it limpin Like fuck that, catch a cab or something Gotta walk that trail, where the nearest gas station? I'm too thirsty, this '76 – that's straight for me No guilt on me cause the dope was free Got a capri-sun, asked if he can call me a cab I left my phone in my car, took the wallet and cash Pay him dude, now I'm waiting for the cab Cab driver pull up, I just gave him the cash Told him go fast and don't drag Police pass on the other side, for a homicide You pass by the car where the body died Somehow somebody seen inside when I was ridin So we still drivin, getting a little closer Police show up, my heart folded, stomach up in my chest I started sweatin, lights, camera, drive another stop Guns pulled on him in the fuckin drop One thing I ain't leave was the mac that I bought Let them things out the window and I'm sprayin off shots Cab driver run out, I move up to the front I ain't like this shit and it ain't never be done Once man spark the blunt – James Bond the Robber Smoking that bitch with a motherfuckin choppa Lil Boss Here you go Let them take the shots man Because we pulled into the fullest extend Fuck it, I'm going out the gang Yes