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trap rally - ak bandamont lyrics

[intro]
ak bandamont, n*gga, i get bands a lot, n*gga
you know that

[verse]
f*ck the fame, i’m out here tryna get my cheese up
ain’t double your rap check, spent a challie on a reup
ah, i power cooked fake ice and let it freeze up
you served the whole city, ain’t throw a rally when they see us
you deep ridin’ all black, know it’s bodies drop on each one
i f*ck the bms that wasn’t lyin’, now they street sons
i knocked my new b*tch son out, he asked for three ones
had to slow down on cuttin’ dope, they couldn’t keep up
me and my two p*wned his check drop, we the bank stooges
my dog thrеw me ten b*lls in the back, i’m finna babе ruth it
hit the bank and less mallo with ten, i feel like frank lucas
hit a cpn, get a bad b*tch, send her in k jeweler
shoot a thousand shots in one minute, that’s a hundred k’s
can make a hundred thousand in ten minutes, i wasn’t f*ckin’ bape
finna go and k!ll ’cause they just sent my n*gga to an early grave
walk in the 8, put pillow on your face, he died early safe
sh*t, now i’m alkalized
finna drop two opps, i’m headed out of town, i need an alibi
[?] like when your mom client
they called when i was cuttin’, i’m out here servin’ out in [?]
my arab’s choppin’ heads up, they streams, now a b*tch a razors
got ten of my own hoes workin’ together, that’s partic*p*tion
this cop tried to jump out gang on gang, now he live insane
do a hundred miles per hour fightin’ down each, i think the itch a ranking
i think the engine breaking
i push the gas r*t*rded, go cash my trap check twice, shootin’ some dice and copped an aston martin
my b*tch eatin’, want new shoes on the first, that’s like askin’ martin
i can shoot three choppers ridin’ a chopper, should i grab a harley?
you get a monthly check, you got a weed, you be trappin’ hardly
i said i’m breakin’ hard at the boss table, b*tch, i’m baggin’ broccoli
you sit around these hoes, tellin’ false fables, ain’t n0body shot him
b*tch, that lil’ n*gga broke than a b*tch, that’s n0body problem
won’t hit gramz ’cause safe a cheap light
i’ll pop you out for talkin’ to me dumb, you better be wise
i popped three percs and looked up at this b*tch and i saw three eyes
but i ain’t panic, i d*mn near blacked out twice, i think i see god
i love f*ckin’ with hit that take a two, you wanna see why?
’cause you can take the extras, bring it to life, [?] revive
i can only sip a four, every time i buy it, got codeine problems
that sh*t really addicted, remember a n*gga with no lean died
that boy with withdrawls
ain’t no sellin’ out this pint, i dropped two fives, it’s d*mn near ten off
my white fiend went up to buy a fight perc 30s, sippin’ [?]
i heard he cracked the whip, two hours later, it took his rear off
i got no plans, [?] fastest in the party, this ain’t beer pong
i’m f*ckin’ with the dog, i call him tyson, he bite ears off
i’m only twenty, you n*ggas goin’ on forty, how y’all years off?
i up a twenty in the hood, like i’m here, y’all

- ak bandamont lyrics

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