Nar on the Track - 007 lyrics

[Intro] How you doing sweetie? Names Larry. Larry June now Sweetheart can you please go to Whole Foods and get me 3 farm raised chickens sweetheart? I swear to God, sock it to me [Hook: Larry June] I got bad hoes like double oh seven Tuck spot in a foreign like double oh seven Big choppa on my arm like double oh seven I got a hundred thousand dollars and a plug named Kevin Like double oh seven Like double oh seven [Verse 1: Larry June] The b**h said it's slow but I think she's catting off Made one phone call, hundred pounds to the south (sh**!) Number one rule never keep it in the house (good job Larry!) Real street n***a you can hear it when I talk They gave my n***a ten but we mobbin' 'til he out Sit a b**h down like a motherf**ing couch You a house n***a with some internet clout The b**h got knock now your feelings coming out It's six in the morning and a n***a still trapping I don't even want it if that b**h ain't got navi Mob to the V I'm in the crest with a ratchet Hit my n***a Shaq for the pack like "What's happening?" Backwoods only when I'm in a smoke session The b**h doing good so I bought the ho a necklace Cashed out for a b**h I'm balling like a pastor The first car I had was an E-cla** Lexus Then I bought the Benz off the lot straight trap sh** Funny a** n***a choppa made him do a backflip With my black b**h in the hood eating catfish (Hey b**h gimme that motherf**ing hot sauce ho? Thank you sweetheart) [Hook: Larry June] I got bad hoes like double oh seven Tuck spot in a foreign like double oh seven Big choppa on my arm like double oh seven I got a hundred thousand dollars and a plug named Kevin Like double oh seven Like double oh seven [Verse 2: Larry June] I'm chilling on the beach and I'm trying to catch a tan If the b**h get a car then I'm hoping it's a band They not fitting in my Prius so I gotta rent a van That's a hundred f**in' bales from that Arizona land Remember in the 90's, thirty six was for the ten That's that A1 Becky if you dig what I'm saying Rest in peace Mac Dre, rest in peace T Woods Rest in peace Lil Corky, they my n***as from the hood When you really having money n***a you never show it All the sudden n***as callin', everybody want something I could fall off today, still be the same n***a I swear to God I never change, my bank just got bigger When I slide to the point I keep MAC-10 with me I don't owe you n***as nothing I don't f** with new n***as I'm from the motherf**in' Bay, where Jack Boy will get you Sipping Fiji on the beach with a b**h from Costa Rica [Hook: Larry June] I got bad hoes like double oh seven Tuck spot in a foreign like double oh seven Big choppa on my arm like double oh seven I got a hundred thousand dollars and a plug named Kevin Like double oh seven Like double oh seven