Vince Staples - Out on Bond lyrics

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Vince Staples - Out on Bond lyrics

[Produced by No I.D.] [Verse 1: Common] Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces Plastic bag carryin', no two paces IPhone, belt by Gucci Bands with loose change and some car keys To the Maserati, license plate read "God Body" Pa**enger side only ride hot bodies When we was young as we wanted, show our bodies Cadillac come from the Southside army The army now, don't try to harm me now It's my time, you can't alarm me now I ball, b**hes wanna palm me now Vacation in palm tree style In the morning where the dons be now Drinkin' lattes, over breakfast I pray and end it with a Ashe Cops say we lookin' for a n***a thats dressed nice Seats be goin' way back like Just Ice Black leather wearin' "justice" on the collar Change is we only ain't trustin' the dollars Try to get me, get wet like bed sheets Probably with technique, and let the Tec speak Like the [?] conference I rap off the head conscious Freestyle, free trap n***as from bondage Every word you heard is bond is Double-0 87, on some Bond sh** I'm out on bond [Hook] Preposterous chains, top notch dames (I'm out on bond) Preposterous chains, top notch dames (I'm out on bond) Preposterous chains, top notch dames (I'm out on bond) Preposterous chains, top notch dames [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces Los Padrinos to juvenile placement Known for C-notes, the feds confiscatin' Back to that block with brains on the pavement Paid restitution, O from the lootin' enter Cause they did it, you was influenced Your mind gone, life don't seem much bigger Than your time zone, broke as the rich get richer Blunt burnt lips and a worn out liver That's everyday livin', guns everywhere chillin' Got you feelin' like this money comin' sooner than later 'Til then I'll be runnin' from the judge and the bailiff Crime commitin' cause these women love a man in Mercedes I never save for when it's rainy, hope Jehovah can save me While I'm out on bond tryin' to buy my time 'Til I hit the main line in that cell confined [Hook] [Outro] Preposterous chains, top notch dames Cla**ic rap music, rollin' in the Range Preposterous chains, top notch dames Cla**ic rap music, rollin' in the Range

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