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perky pack bandit - ak tarantino lyrics

[intro: d.b chapo]
’cause i’m here now, like i’m*i just left thirty*five, right, and it’s like…
ayy, you gettin’ up there
well, alright, um…
ayy, i got a full*time glock, gave the night shift to the k
baby drac’ ain’t got a baby, bullets flyin’ at your face, uh
full*time glock, gave the night shift to the k
baby drac’ ain’t got a baby, bullets flyin’ at your face

[verse 1: d.b chapo]
ayy, i got a full*time glock, gave the night shift to the k
baby drac’ ain’t got a baby, bullets flyin’ at your face
i got a two*tone range, lift it up, get out the way
ruger .22 that hit a stupid dude and fried his brain
ayy, green wock, firework faygo, i got a light mix
twenty bankrolls up in the pocket on some light sh*t
flooded my lеft, and put a rolex on the right wrist
two double cups, i think it еqual to a pint, b*tch
light up this whole sh*t, d*mn, i’m like a room lamp
brodie own a couple m’s to me, where them blue bands?
ayy, mr. walk ’em down and grab a [?], get out his two hands
back when i was broke, i bought zaza with food stamps
ayy, break a brick down, two chops, i’m in a new lamb’
shawty ate the d*ck like she the yellow dude in pac*man
nagasaki bomb, bullets make ’em do the tap dance
don’t even f*ck around, i had to slap you with the uh*huh
don’t even f*ck around, i had to slap you with my backhands
slide the whip and make you do the lean like a crack man
slide in while i pour the lean, el chapo, he the act’ man
(doot*doot) d*mn, he love [?]
ayy, i keep the za’ squeak clean just like a fresh bar of soap
burn the rubber off the tires, b*tch, a ‘vette ain’t comin’ slow
h*llcat lined up, six*twos like a boat
7.62 out the six*two, [?] burn ’em like some toast
[interlude: d.b chapo]
like some toast, like some, like some toast
uh*huh, huh, six*twos like a boat, huh
ayy, b*tch, a ‘vette ain’t comin’ slow
keep the ‘za squeak clean like a fresh bar of soap, b*tch

[verse 2: d.b chapo]
they gon’ hit a l!ck, i smack it on her like some lip balm
crane claw the bl!ck, swing it around, i got a big arm
one day, my name gon’ be sittin’ right next to a hit song
oh, you ridin’ in the whip? fa*fa, now them rims gone
b*tch, now them rims gone (fa*fa)
b*tch, now them rims gone (fa*fa)
b*tch, now them rims gone
b*tch, now them rims gone (fa*fa)
ayy, pop rocks in the wock, sip it ’til this sh*t gone
glock don’t even got a safety, don’t ask if it’s on
taliban had wrapped his body and then used it as a bomb
baby mom slop me up, it sound like i just hit a bong
d*mn, huh, sound like water bubbles
yap, yap, yappin’, yeah, but it’s a lot of nothin’, huh?
arthritis in my hands from waddin’ up these hunnids
big turbo kit up in the whip, it got a lot of flutter, huh?
huh, i’m a perc bandit
zip a zaza, a blue pill, and now i’m earth landin’
b*tch, i got a freaky homie, sayin’ that he f*cked her nanny
broken down shrooms and a perc inside my syrup sandwich
d*mn, ugh, hmm, that’s a odd meal
b*tch, i sell a two*for*forty, you like, “it’s a wock deal”
twenty*four bullets, b*tch, i got a kobe glock billed
i think i got [?] told ’em open up my pop seal
[verse 3: ak tarantino]
stack my bread and stack my cheese, i need a job at steak*n*shake
grab the music, grab the weed, i need to wake and bake
monkey nuts on the chop’, on my back, a [?]
i’m with granny in the crib playin’ crazy eights
d*mn, he’s a lil’ guy
donut on the draco, the bullets are pickle*sized
the choppa gave that boy a sickle cell, a sickle [?]
it ain’t no little life

[interlude]
john in tennessee, go ahead, what you wanna say?
that sh*t is f*ckin’ trash, dawg, get the f*ck off the airwaves

[verse 4: ak tarantino]
army tank gon’ be the scariest thing that he seen in life
backwood up the dook, wrap around it, i put a pea inside
yellow on the tennis chain lookin’ like i just peed on ice
yesterday, i rocked a monkey mask, i think i’ll pick the [?] ski tonight
you could really put me in the army, i’m swingin’ the mind (f*ck it)
racks in, packs in the black van
bad b*tch, ass big, her back ten
black tip a flat pen, bl!cky shoot a fat man
the way it hit so f*ckin’ hard like it’s a backhand
got a black ricky suit on, i feel like batman
black hat, all*black fit with all*black timbs
d*mn, i don’t even hit rim
i ain’t even steppin’ out the crib unless my fit hit
i ain’t even gettin’ off the pack unless the fent hit
ricky owen backpack, it cost a fent brick
yeah, they in love with it
[?] i got ’em f*ckin’ [?]
b*tch, got a drum in it
he just got a new whip, i leave him slumped in it
glock in the glove box, and i got some gloves in it
oj simpson on a b*tch, i’m on the run with it
tesla hypersonic, robotic switch on my gun, b*tch
she want me to put my white stick in her like a fun*dip
b*tch, i had a [?], you only had one bl!ck
chapo, he a lefty, he up in it like he gunplay
we done left it messy, sorry, it was the, huh, huh
we done left him messy, i’m sorry it was that one gang
[interlude: ak tarantino]
(it was them one guys)
he asked me if i g*ngb*ng, and i told him (it was them one guys)
he asked me if i g*ngb*ng, and i told him, “i’m a suburbs dude” (i’m a suburbs dude)
i’m a suburbs dude

[verse 5: ak tarantino]
i be in the gated community with a pack in it
donald trump just gave ’em immunity, now they back with it
got a big [?] constitution, i ain’t backin’ it
told a dumb hoe to do it right and move your back with it, b*tch
d*mn, i’m a pack bandit
i can’t find a f*ckin’ job, so i’m back scammin’
take the boy to the top rope and rob van dam him
mars og in the blunt, i think i crash landed (d*mn)
f*ck, godd*mn it
i just went to the station and grabbed the wrong fanta
trap man, trap cake, and trap bandana
trapmobile in the trap cave, my trap slammin’
all this f*ckin’ water on my neck, i feel like black manta
i just dropped two pints in the deuce and made a black fanta
(two pints in the deuce, b*tch) made a black fanta

- ak tarantino lyrics

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