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double0seven - ak bandamont lyrics

[intro]
(i got so much energy)

[verse]
handed this lil’ n*gga the chop, he said, “how i shoot it?”
y’all n*ggas’ lyrics be cap, y’all broke as sh*t, i don’t know how y’all do it
i’m finna run through a bag and cop a ‘cat, they like how i move it?
soon as i get a plaque, done, it’s a wrap, i’m finna start a movement
i let her take a perc and sip lean with me, that sh*t kinda groovy
you gotta stay strapped, this just how life goes, i’m finna buy an uzi
my dog just hit the trap with a clean slab, i’m finna fry a lucy
these n*ggas f*cked up, they hit the store just to buy a loosey
uh, you see what pape’ doin’
i started one fiend, now i got a hundred, this a cocaine movement
thesе two white fiends i got should run with they mans, thеy cocaine stooges
this n*gga cop some soft it blow in the wind and now his day ruined
sh*t, you shouldn’t try usin’
this n*gga f*cked up, his only good vein his temple, he gon’ die shootin’
you cookin’ dope, it might just lock up on you, it got a bite to it
i’m a different breed, got bands stuck in my jeans, b*tch, i don’t like humans
i’m a big ape, but keep a k, b*tch, i don’t fight humans
i cop a zip and break it down in points and overnight bloomin’
n*ggas tough as sh*t ’til y’all meet me, you ever hype prove it?
i was at school boomin’ during school hours, i was a nice student
ugh, i woke up trippin’
just copped four pints and drunk it in four days, i balled up sixty
had to give my lil’ n*gga a four, he could pour up with me
a band’ll get you dealt, when i blow up, i’m finna blow fifty
got ten on me, it’s tucked, added to drugs, wasn’t it chuck fifty?
the glock 10 got a 30 and [?], now i’m finna bust fifty
shoo, now it’s in less city
i set this sh*t on fire, they ain’t take long, i did this sh*t grizzly
was in the hood hittin’ juggs since twelve, had to get busy
you probably work a job, go clean a floor, you better get busy
b*tch asked me to get her hair and nails done, i swear this b*tch silly
b*tch, i just be f*ckin’ off on you, man, this b*tch filthy
hahaha, ugh, i took her kids to dave & busters
you spent two bands a week, can’t make two back like you a fake hustler
this seen i got got no type on them drugs, you like rae sremmurd
you sniff anything long as these drugs, just wanna taste somethin’
he don’t think he gon’ die f*ckin’ with hard, i bet his day come
i got double x seats, so i ain’t trippin’ when that day come
i hit a couple cv and made a band, you sick i came one
i’ma be up a million off gucci suit, they sick i came one
i’ll whack a n*gga, you ain’t never been sh*t, n0body gon’ miss you
this b*tch just left free habits, shot up dog, she got a dope issue
you got cut with your mans, y’all would’ve got out, b*tch, i blow stichon
i dropped a n*gga with a double*o*seven out a gold pistol

- ak bandamont lyrics

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