Word Is Bond

[Verse 1]

Got the reggies from the Bush

Get lifted like a saint off the kush, man all my niggas push

So I always got the zipstock in the Ziplock

Stay lo, like Ralph lip stock, hit the Mary, won't kiss and tell

My lips locked but my grip's not so I pass it off

Real burners, and we ashing off your furniture

Fuck your couch, bitch, hush your mouth

She said she fell in one of them Ls, but lust don't count

These chickens don't love me, they love the account

But they will never know what's the amount, I keep the hoes in check

'Til they bounce, don't ever let a chick see you withdrawn

These niggas want to know what I draw with

But won't respond to what I've drawn

Tetrahedrons, take a dose of Patron

With knowledge juice and deuce Cubes of Metatron

They wouldn't hear the tone through a megaphone, let alone

Cella phone, but my line stay hella blown

Hella blown, hella blown

[Verse 2]

Yo Houston, we got a problem, copy

Four, five hotties in the lobby

Said that they can blow the rockets properly, but blow up spots and never stop

Like them aki's, they never get aqui to my property

Known around my city like George Pataki

Young Jason for them dollars in the mix like teriyaki

And round four, I force my large Versace

Over my big head, cause I don't live here, she getting too cocky

Won't spot me in no closet

I ain't like Kels and them

Her closet full of arm limbs and a skeleton

[Verse 3]

I spray nines on foes, bet if you pick five emcees

Seven, ain't gone flow like me, nigga I'm two-six

I mean too sick, sent to Earth just to shit

Mami, come steer, some new stick, got a man?, I don't give two shits

Better tell that doofus deuces before he catch a whipping

Hit him in his Charles Dickens and strip him for his Scottie Pippens

Cause it's all about the big pimping

Rob him for his Nixon, and then question him about his timing

Right here, it gets reckless, best advice is

To tuck your necklace, and put your arms right back into your Lexus

Cause G-Stone Crips, they ain't nothing

To flex with, and billy gang Pyru, they really on some next shit

So if I were you I would probably ride with two

No fool, not two dudes, two tools

As in deuce-deuce cause niggas jack you for your soul

And your new shoes and your jewels too

There's something about another nigga having shit

That have a nigga spazzing clips all up in your back and dip

Cause it's all about bagging the baddest chick

Stacking them chicks up in Saks Fifth

But word is bond, you been on

Word is bond, you been on