Chrome Studio, DBD Halo, Activethegreat, Eddie Teak - Golden Eye Lyrics

Uh
It's like
Look
Ima do the work I ain't gon talk a lot,
I want the bred to slide em out them parkin lots
I need that big body takin up the parkin spots
I won't judge you on whether you own the lot or not
Trynna match what I am but I tell em prolly not
Better stop, y'all must be tweakin off of them Oxycots
Y'all fiendin for them blues and I'm a blue strip fiend
Trynna make the color cyan, I mix that with the green
Y'all would understand the mission if you seen what I seen
Y'all ain't got no backbone shit I think you missin spleens
Y'all be really in yo feelings type to beef with a screen
Never say the shit in person that you typin in a tweet
Who the ones to set it off, It's my motherfuckin team
Who the ones to set it off, It's my motherfuckin team
Casino royale
Cus baby you bad as hell (yeah)
I know you can tell
Trynna get you out to shell
Call me bond
007, wait 008
Big ocho, better call me the great
Hold up nigga hold up just wait
Cause I'm pushing this weight
Just a lil update
The oops took the bait
Ended up dead one to head
You niggas feds
Catch these hands, can catch these hands (hold up) (ooh)
I'm smooth like bond baby
Get you wet like a pond baby, beyond
Quantum of solace, them diamonds is flawless
Caution cause I'm thot-less, she topless
My golden gun getting polished
Shoot you and steal yo wallet
They love me because I'm solid
I give it because I got it
Dripping in this sauce
To live like this you gotta take this loss
Baby I'm a boss
Can't fuck with me nigga what's the cost
I'm going dumb in this bitch
I'm throwin ones at the bitch
I took a ton of the flicks
She said she's loving my kicks
I think I wanted to stunt
I wanna take her to lunch
I wanna take her to brunch
I smoke big pack
Big pack
Big pack
Big pack
Big pack, bih
RL but it's Lauren
Jordans on my feet
Jordans on my feet, yeah
I pulled up in a rented foreign
Left town and left that hoe forget me nots
It's scary like it's R.L. Stein
She hit my line
I just don't got the time
Like a skater with some Indie trucks
I really stay up on my grind
The money on my mind
I'm lifted to the max
Plugs don't charge me tax
I get it out the pack
I get it out the uhhh
I'm dead inside
But I could love for one night
Just one night
I'm in Cali lit
Smokin in the sunlight
It's Cacti in my cup
And Runtz inside my blunt
Bitch!
Bitch!
Yea!

Uh
It's like
Look
Ima do the work I ain't gon talk a lot,
I want the bred to slide em out them parkin lots
I need that big body takin up the parkin spots
I won't judge you on whether you own the lot or not
Trynna match what I am but I tell em prolly not
Better stop, y'all must be tweakin off of them Oxycots
Y'all fiendin for them blues and I'm a blue strip fiend
Trynna make the color cyan, I mix that with the green
Y'all would understand the mission if you seen what I seen
Y'all ain't got no backbone shit I think you missin spleens
Y'all be really in yo feelings type to beef with a screen
Never say the shit in person that you typin in a tweet
Who the ones to set it off, It's my motherfuckin team
Who the ones to set it off, It's my motherfuckin team
Casino royale
Cus baby you bad as hell (yeah)
I know you can tell
Trynna get you out to shell
Call me bond
007, wait 008
Big ocho, better call me the great
Hold up nigga hold up just wait
Cause I'm pushing this weight
Just a lil update
The oops took the bait
Ended up dead one to head
You niggas feds
Catch these hands, can catch these hands (hold up) (ooh)
I'm smooth like bond baby
Get you wet like a pond baby, beyond
Quantum of solace, them diamonds is flawless
Caution cause I'm thot-less, she topless
My golden gun getting polished
Shoot you and steal yo wallet
They love me because I'm solid
I give it because I got it
Dripping in this sauce
To live like this you gotta take this loss
Baby I'm a boss
Can't fuck with me nigga what's the cost
I'm going dumb in this bitch
I'm throwin ones at the bitch
I took a ton of the flicks
She said she's loving my kicks
I think I wanted to stunt
I wanna take her to lunch
I wanna take her to brunch
I smoke big pack
Big pack
Big pack
Big pack
Big pack, bih
RL but it's Lauren
Jordans on my feet
Jordans on my feet, yeah
I pulled up in a rented foreign
Left town and left that hoe forget me nots
It's scary like it's R.L. Stein
She hit my line
I just don't got the time
Like a skater with some Indie trucks
I really stay up on my grind
The money on my mind
I'm lifted to the max
Plugs don't charge me tax
I get it out the pack
I get it out the uhhh
I'm dead inside
But I could love for one night
Just one night
I'm in Cali lit
Smokin in the sunlight
It's Cacti in my cup
And Runtz inside my blunt
Bitch!
Bitch!
Yea!