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AK Bandamont, ****

I get bands a lot, ****

You know that

I was sellin' pounds in '015, I had a Boosie knot

And I don't know what I like better, the Uzi or the chop

Told girly, "You gotta chill", we paranoid, we coolin' at the spot

The opp done moved OT, know where he live, I'm shootin' at his pops

I just ran into my lil' opp cousin, so I'm shootin' now

I ain't even trippin', I've been runnin' through Hell with my shoes untied

Remember **** yellin' out gang, but they crew done died

I'll catch a **** up close with shellcatcher, make his screws unwind

I made a killin' off that fetty and the fluent kind

I can hit the trap barehanded, make a ten of hittin' two five

If I see you hit the ground the first lil' shot, I'm sendin' two to five

My dog just called my phone, said, "Where you at?" He got a group of 9s

I said I'm in the trap fuckin' the pot, this shit suicide

How the fuck a **** get cooked for racketeering but he ain't do a dime?

I just caught a **** lackin' and tied him up, he in the sewer now

I know a **** got killed in his own hood, he got crucified

I just went to sell a brick with my shooter guy

You probably somewhere danglin' askin' for help, you need an Uber ride

I ran into a Crip on a lil' change and a Ruger now

Y'all was somethin' in '015 I ain't had shit, screamin' "Free the guys"

Just hit a lick and my dog done pulled up on me in the cleanest ride

I ain't gon' lie, I got some shit I ain't dealt with so the feem inside

I'm finna powerwhip the cut like when you clean a rye

Bro, I'm cookin' up hard, it might blow up, turn the heater down

I remember I was lil' homie, I'm the teacher now

Bitch, I'm in here whippin' up cocaine, turn the speakers down

You hear a ding dong in the trap, they tryna get a pound

I probably robbed that **** you call brodie, bitch, I get around

I remember I was lil' homie, I'm the teacher now

Bitch, I'm in here cookin' up cocaine, turn the speakers down

You hear a ding dong in the trap, they tryna get a pound

I probably robbed that **** you call brodie, bitch, I get around

Uh, yeah, you know I get around

Don't call my phone, I'm out deep in the trenches, come and get a pound

We caught dog in the field, we picked him off and then sticked him down

I'm headed out the way to go post up right at Nicki house

I made a killin' postin' up shop right at Nicki house

My dog got an FN, threw a dick on it, it got sixty rounds

My lil' cousin tryna bomb a **** crib, I told him pick a house

We'd sell a **** organs, tie him up, and take his kidneys out him

Then call a **** I know be quick to bite, he got my sixty-fourth

If the feds try to flick me, I'm takin' off, doin' one-sixty on 'em

And it don't matter where I'm at, the four nickey on me

My dog said where the opp at? He tryna score so he can get a trophy

My dog set you up two hundred, you gotta get a Rollie

**** out here fucked up lookin' for hoes and tryna get a stollie

You thinkin' I don't live the shit I rap, then you should get to know me

Bitch, I've been gettin' off and my whole city know me

That bitch'd fuck the gang every weekend, she a crew lover

Said she in love with me, I smacked her, gave her two stutters

She ate the dick and I bust in thirty seconds 'cause she a true tonguer

I got a thing for hittin' cocaine like I'm his big brother

This bitch'd get off pills and do whatever, she a candy lover

I said I'm tryna fuck your two best friends, I'm a panty lover

I'm on my way out to the Bay with two felons on me

**** talkin' tough inside they songs, but then they tellin' on 'em

I remember I was lil' homie, I'm the teacher now

Bitch, I'm in here whippin' up cocaine, turn the speakers down

You hear a ding dong in the trap, they tryna get a pound

I probably robbed that **** you call brodie, bitch, I get around

I remember I was lil' homie, I'm the teacher now

Bitch, I'm in here cookin' up cocaine, turn the speakers down

You hear a ding dong in the trap, they tryna get a pound

I probably robbed that **** you call brodie, bitch, I get around