[Intro: AK Bandamont]
AK Bandamont, nigga, I get bands a lot, nigga
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse 1: AK Bandamont]
Ayy, I need a stretcher
I'll pop a nigga, get locked up, and write his ass a letter
If he got lucky, he didn't, I hope his family better
Fucked 'round, spilled codeine on my stick, but made it spray better
He got out and moved to the East, you know he stay western
My nigga grabbed a zip of that girly, he surely gon' stretch it
Stupid nigga fuck 'round with my opp, now he live in heaven
I'm ignorant, this bitch called me broke without a brick of cheddar
I need a stimulant in my gums bad, I need myself a tester
When I'm cooking up in that kitchen, I can't wear a beater
Couldn't afford to lose my first mix, bitch, I'm undefeated
Stomped this nigga ribs in high school, that was under the bleacher
Shot a nigga ten-four ten times, you know I beat him
Sold this one nigga ten-four one time, he looked like Jesus
Fuck nigga, I don't wanna hit your loud if it look leafy
Bitch, I punch at Wal', my dog specialize at cracking Visa
Bitch, I made a plan today
Ran through a half pound and somethin' extra, that's a band today
Bitch, you was asking for rides dangling, where's your mans today?
I passed out good testers, my fiend done brang around his mans today
Hit this shit with—, I can't say a word, but what they hit was straight
Made five hundred on a ten-to-four, but a killing off of Section 8
Move crazy, when I start passing testers out, need dinner plates
They hit my dog with time and he ain't even half the age of thirty-eight
Pint looked good as hell, but I finessed lil' dog out thirty-eight
I bet I'm somewhere getting off while your stomach ache
I hit my nigga cell for the realest, he got the dumbest drank
Hittin' them extra juggs on the side, that's how you stuff the safe
The bullets zip your brain up like when you wearin' Bape
Some villains runnin' 'round this bitch, you better not wear a cape
I don't give no fuck 'bout where you from, 'cause where I'm from, we apes
Say dog made a killing where he from, where I'm from, he can't
Bitch, I'm a trap sergeant
You don't do half the shit you say, boy, you a cap artist
Got [?] who tried to offer less, boy, that's a bad bargain
I got a checklist I gotta handle, I got mad targets
I don't do no capping, boy, I'll bust you with my hat backwards
You tried to beg and beg for your life, but you a bad actor
I'm really in these streets, I did weed, then sold crack after
I'm finna bust a load down, I need a batch after
I'm finna bust a nigga in public, I'm gon' Mad Max him
Don't ask about me around in your hood, bitch, I bring static
AK Bandamont, nigga, I get bands a lot, nigga
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse 1: AK Bandamont]
Ayy, I need a stretcher
I'll pop a nigga, get locked up, and write his ass a letter
If he got lucky, he didn't, I hope his family better
Fucked 'round, spilled codeine on my stick, but made it spray better
He got out and moved to the East, you know he stay western
My nigga grabbed a zip of that girly, he surely gon' stretch it
Stupid nigga fuck 'round with my opp, now he live in heaven
I'm ignorant, this bitch called me broke without a brick of cheddar
I need a stimulant in my gums bad, I need myself a tester
When I'm cooking up in that kitchen, I can't wear a beater
Couldn't afford to lose my first mix, bitch, I'm undefeated
Stomped this nigga ribs in high school, that was under the bleacher
Shot a nigga ten-four ten times, you know I beat him
Sold this one nigga ten-four one time, he looked like Jesus
Fuck nigga, I don't wanna hit your loud if it look leafy
Bitch, I punch at Wal', my dog specialize at cracking Visa
Bitch, I made a plan today
Ran through a half pound and somethin' extra, that's a band today
Bitch, you was asking for rides dangling, where's your mans today?
I passed out good testers, my fiend done brang around his mans today
Hit this shit with—, I can't say a word, but what they hit was straight
Made five hundred on a ten-to-four, but a killing off of Section 8
Move crazy, when I start passing testers out, need dinner plates
They hit my dog with time and he ain't even half the age of thirty-eight
Pint looked good as hell, but I finessed lil' dog out thirty-eight
I bet I'm somewhere getting off while your stomach ache
I hit my nigga cell for the realest, he got the dumbest drank
Hittin' them extra juggs on the side, that's how you stuff the safe
The bullets zip your brain up like when you wearin' Bape
Some villains runnin' 'round this bitch, you better not wear a cape
I don't give no fuck 'bout where you from, 'cause where I'm from, we apes
Say dog made a killing where he from, where I'm from, he can't
Bitch, I'm a trap sergeant
You don't do half the shit you say, boy, you a cap artist
Got [?] who tried to offer less, boy, that's a bad bargain
I got a checklist I gotta handle, I got mad targets
I don't do no capping, boy, I'll bust you with my hat backwards
You tried to beg and beg for your life, but you a bad actor
I'm really in these streets, I did weed, then sold crack after
I'm finna bust a load down, I need a batch after
I'm finna bust a nigga in public, I'm gon' Mad Max him
Don't ask about me around in your hood, bitch, I bring static
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