Lil B - James Bond Robber lyrics

Yea, I know that you're slingin 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 Fiendin me the marijuana, sh** the game no fun Rap 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 God based, I got cash so I know wutchu want Started talkin bout life, keepin sh** up front Man the lighter, spark this up Man, this sh** good, what the f** man? Aye pa** it to the boy and he hit that boy good Purple smoke kush, I urk and lean back And then I hit him with the bean Jackie lean back Couple watch the scene at Now I'm thinkin what the f**, how I'm gonna do that? He take that, I guess I'll be cleaning that Kick dude up stackin, people still talkin I move the car, it's about 1 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 on it Let's get back to the performance, put his body in the car Put the d** in mine, drove it a couple miles I got some sh** outside People waving at me, happy, ain't even trippin Parked the car on the street, left in limpin Like f** 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 Like a priest's son 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 pa** on the other side, for a homicide You pa** by the car where the body died Somehow somebody CSI when I was ridin So we still drivin, getting a lil closer Police show up, my heart folded, stomach up in my chest I started sweatin, live camera, drive another stop Guns pulled on him in the f**in drop One thing I ain't leave was the Mack in our buck Let them things out the window and I'm sprayin on shots Cab driver run out, I move up to the front and I ain't like this sh** And I ain't never be done Once may spark the blunt – James Bond the Robber Smoking that b**h with a motherf**in choppa Lil Boss Here you go Let them take the shots man Because we pulled into the fullest extend f** it, I'm going out the gang Yes