Lyrics Bond - LEWIS IS DEAD , V E $ U V I U $

They hit on my jack
They hit on my line
I gotta fallback
I gotta recline
I gotta take time
I gotta get mine
She wanna distract
I gotta decline
She fuck with my chemicals
I gotta bond
That gold in my eye
I gotta be bond
I slip into sleep
Woke up to creep
Slip on a Teflon the fit is complete
I don't give a fuck bout ya BD
Niggas run the fade like end scene
How he keep you happy from the preceint
Lemme hit it from the back while he locked in
Ain't no room in the back when I drive in
Big goons
Big shit
Big octane
Let a nigga in the body get the life change
East side
Sea side know my gang
Starkiller, Dark Lord
Nigga Big Ren
Bitch wanna cook get a pot then
In the kitchen with the crooks don't stop in
Blocked in
Paraphernalia don't let the cop in
Know they gon lie cuz I'm top 10
When a bitch feel a way go shopping
Ah ah real nigga but I'm toxic
Ah ah V12
Shit rocket
Yeah the dick make a bitch do nonsense
Wake up see a nigga from the cockpit
What a dream had a dream and I boxed it
New lords from the way ain't a nice thing
And they never really let me get my shit off
But I bet ya bitch'll let me get in
Nigga still ducking from the whole law
All the while tryna get a big spin
They hit on my jack
They hit on my line
I gotta fallback
I gotta recline
I gotta take time
I gotta get mine
She wanna distract
I gotta decline
She fuck with my chemicals
I gotta bond
That gold in my eye
I gotta be bond
I slip into sleep
Woke up to creep
Slip on a Teflon the fit is complete
Forgive me
For all this old pain
7 series doing 80 hogging both lanes
Kept it to myself
Don't make me have to throw flames
I don't want a taste bitch
Yeah I need the whole thing
Reminiscing bout white bitches sniffing cocaine
Off my dick that shit explicit
I'm a grown mane
Kept the family close
But now shit feel a lil strange
Lone wolf nigga out here
Chop the top the coupe insane
Work my wrist then shit get lit
I put that on gang
Surviving off the land
Bitch yeah I feel like Tom Hanks
Take a risk and make a flip
Now watch how shit change
Still the same nigga
Sound it out when you say my name
They hit on my jack
They hit on my line
I gotta fallback
I gotta recline
I gotta take time
I gotta get mine
She wanna distract
I gotta decline
She fuck with my chemicals
I gotta bond
That gold in my eye
I gotta be bond
I slip into sleep
Woke up to creep
Slip on a Teflon the fit is complete