007
Duwap x Neptune
GENRE
[Intro: Duwap]
Ayy, ayy
Yo go back to that shit before you used to do
You remember what you used to do like last year?
[Verse 1: Duwap & Neptune]
007, nigga on a mission
Accurate aim so you know I'm not missin'
Run up on that lil' boy if he dissin'
My choppa erase, that bitch'll go missin'
Just like I said it's 007
42 bullets send that boy to heaven
Been totin' them sticks since I was eleven
You a nerd ass nigga named Fred, I'm Kevin
She throwin' it back and forth like a yo-yo
My Glock is a vlog, got more clips than a GoPro
Hop in a coupe and I'm swervin' a four door
Choppa make a nigga dance, do the woah woah
I can decide when you die like it's voodoo
Fuckin' yo bitch and I go to the stu' booth
Dip from the scene I vanish, who knew?
You is a lil' nigga, do the woo woo (Uh-Oh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Neptune]
Told her come hop on my dick like a pogo
Curry and Clay, how we shoot for the Logo
She want the sex but I told her "no, no"
Ice in my wrist and my neck look like Frozone
She wanna lick on my tip like a snow cone
Nigga hair nappy, I swear he got no comb
Nigga I doubt, I swear he got no home
Got a new Glock and I swear it's a two tone
Sellin' that paper, said "Head to a new home"
These niggas mad 'cause I got in a new zone
These bitches mad 'cause I got me a new ho
She like a dog so I gave her a new bone
She like a dog so I gave her a T-bone
Not one, not two, but no I got three hoes
Bad and so boujee it look like I'm a Migo
Feelin' like I'm Sussy's, I got me Allino
[Verse 3: Duwap & Neptune]
These niggas know I be tottin' them weapons
Yes I'ma get a Smith and a Wesson
These bitches like how I come aggression
Put him on a Tee and send him his blessings
FNG that's the gang that I'm reppin'
Blow up my phone , I stay with a message
FNG that's the gang that I'm reppin'
Blow up my phone , I stay with a message
Nigga talk shit, I'ma blow his block down
Choppa on me, now I'm runnin' the town
King of the code, how I'm runnin' the crown
In 2016, you was runnin' from clowns
Talkin' too much, put dick in her mouth
I guess I'm placin' my dick in her house
I guess I'm placin' my shit in her house
I guess I'm puttin' my dick in his spouse
[Interlude: Duwap]
Oh my God, full power
(Gang, gang, gang)
[Verse 4: Duwap]
I get in the stu', no pen and pad
I take yo lil' bitch then hop in a Jag'
I broke that bitch heart and that bitch in the past
My money come first, little bitch you last
If I drop a tape then I'm runnin' the top now
I bust the Glock and it sound like surround sound
Got hella clips not talkin' no movie
My choppa vertical, Neptune keep a Uzi
Feel like how you know I'm a Maverick?
21 bullets if is a savage
Look at the green in my pocket, look lavish
Look at the green in my pocket, look lavish
Smokin' this cabbage, this shit kinda tragic
Fuck all my opps, I want the static
Niggas gon' hate, gettin' money a habit
Give me your heart lil' bitch I'ma stab it
007 agent on a mission
Playin' football with these bullets, be blisten
She suck on my dick and you know I'm not kissin'
Heavenly bullets, his body start liftin'
Fuck that bitch, kick her out 'cause she trippin'
Pull up with- plus you know I'm not missin
Shot that boy up 'cause I heard he was dissin'
Don't trust you niggas, you niggas be snitchin'
[Outro: Duwap]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Brrt (Woo)
Brrt (Woo)
Brrt (Woo) Brrt
Oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, ayy
Yo go back to that shit before you used to do
You remember what you used to do like last year?
[Verse 1: Duwap & Neptune]
007, nigga on a mission
Accurate aim so you know I'm not missin'
Run up on that lil' boy if he dissin'
My choppa erase, that bitch'll go missin'
Just like I said it's 007
42 bullets send that boy to heaven
Been totin' them sticks since I was eleven
You a nerd ass nigga named Fred, I'm Kevin
She throwin' it back and forth like a yo-yo
My Glock is a vlog, got more clips than a GoPro
Hop in a coupe and I'm swervin' a four door
Choppa make a nigga dance, do the woah woah
I can decide when you die like it's voodoo
Fuckin' yo bitch and I go to the stu' booth
Dip from the scene I vanish, who knew?
You is a lil' nigga, do the woo woo (Uh-Oh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Neptune]
Told her come hop on my dick like a pogo
Curry and Clay, how we shoot for the Logo
She want the sex but I told her "no, no"
Ice in my wrist and my neck look like Frozone
She wanna lick on my tip like a snow cone
Nigga hair nappy, I swear he got no comb
Nigga I doubt, I swear he got no home
Got a new Glock and I swear it's a two tone
Sellin' that paper, said "Head to a new home"
These niggas mad 'cause I got in a new zone
These bitches mad 'cause I got me a new ho
She like a dog so I gave her a new bone
She like a dog so I gave her a T-bone
Not one, not two, but no I got three hoes
Bad and so boujee it look like I'm a Migo
Feelin' like I'm Sussy's, I got me Allino
[Verse 3: Duwap & Neptune]
These niggas know I be tottin' them weapons
Yes I'ma get a Smith and a Wesson
These bitches like how I come aggression
Put him on a Tee and send him his blessings
FNG that's the gang that I'm reppin'
Blow up my phone , I stay with a message
FNG that's the gang that I'm reppin'
Blow up my phone , I stay with a message
Nigga talk shit, I'ma blow his block down
Choppa on me, now I'm runnin' the town
King of the code, how I'm runnin' the crown
In 2016, you was runnin' from clowns
Talkin' too much, put dick in her mouth
I guess I'm placin' my dick in her house
I guess I'm placin' my shit in her house
I guess I'm puttin' my dick in his spouse
[Interlude: Duwap]
Oh my God, full power
(Gang, gang, gang)
[Verse 4: Duwap]
I get in the stu', no pen and pad
I take yo lil' bitch then hop in a Jag'
I broke that bitch heart and that bitch in the past
My money come first, little bitch you last
If I drop a tape then I'm runnin' the top now
I bust the Glock and it sound like surround sound
Got hella clips not talkin' no movie
My choppa vertical, Neptune keep a Uzi
Feel like how you know I'm a Maverick?
21 bullets if is a savage
Look at the green in my pocket, look lavish
Look at the green in my pocket, look lavish
Smokin' this cabbage, this shit kinda tragic
Fuck all my opps, I want the static
Niggas gon' hate, gettin' money a habit
Give me your heart lil' bitch I'ma stab it
007 agent on a mission
Playin' football with these bullets, be blisten
She suck on my dick and you know I'm not kissin'
Heavenly bullets, his body start liftin'
Fuck that bitch, kick her out 'cause she trippin'
Pull up with- plus you know I'm not missin
Shot that boy up 'cause I heard he was dissin'
Don't trust you niggas, you niggas be snitchin'
[Outro: Duwap]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Brrt (Woo)
Brrt (Woo)
Brrt (Woo) Brrt
Oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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