CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : 100 Bars

(Enrgy beats)
AK Bandamont, my n***a
I get bands a lot n***a, you know that

They might've dropped?the?k
You just shoot?that sh*t flying through the air
Well?mine's flying straight
I done whip the pistol out on dawg
And?shot?him?in his face
Glock?10's take a?n***a out to eat
Like It's trying to date

4-5-? a n***a, after I pull an eight
Pop a beans, sup eight ounces of lean, sh*t I might die today
My b*t*h damn near thought that I died last night, But I survived the drink
Hit the drank before we seal the plastic, sh*t you probably can't

Damn, that's embarra**ing
I done pop four pills a day a month
I keep medicine
F**k around a robbed a white house for a stash of bricks
Cause they flood their streets with guns way back in 86

My dawg just hit me up he got like 80 bricks
But he slid them hoes too many times, he got like maybe 6
I and Teejayx6 a n***a, scam him out his rent
My choppa brown like that n***a ?
B*t*h, ima die a legend
Send a shot you catch back four for free
And you gon die stressin
This b*t*h pu**y's ?, she a night stretcher
On my way to- I can't say names- She need a night ?

This b*t*h took more than what she need, I had a fight with her
Beat her a** and kicked her out the whip, the next day the night ?
Whip the socks for three hours straight, now she gonna die crippled
Love my opps, they with somebody who gon die with him

Free, load up
Used to hit punches, Juggs slide with them
You was out there carrying cushion, cookin up pies with me
I'm ? n***a, if you don't load up bands you can't ride with me
I'm ? n***a, if you ride with the opps you gon die with em

B*t*h, I'm a K user
My n***as stole some guns from Toronto, b*t*h this drake music
My n***as said he f**ked with ...
Clear my closet out before I f**ked her, you b*t*hes stay boosted

Damn, these b*t*hes stay choosin
She ask me cause "if they f**king surprise me"
Cause we stay coolin
She ask me "what I do for a living"
B*t*h I'm the
?, but you a face shooter
My brother asked me for a deuce and I smacked his a**
My mom asked for a thousand, I gave it to her but it made me sad
I Glad wrapped the work hit the stash then I made it back
Been shaking n***a's boxes I can read, so n***a do the math

Aye b*t*h I'm a cut master
You take the ? then mix pa** to me, you know I cut faster
Dog threw me a brick that's a book, I'm in a dumb chapter
Up the bliccy on you and I spaz it, we don't do no chattin

When you n***as bodies drop, me and bro laughin
Cause they drink on a n***a 2 times, but I'm gonna tax them
This n***a think he pulling up to fight me, but I'm gonna wack him
You ever see that n***a turn the block, with a ?
(waddup)
Damn, we on a different time
Thought he bought a pint, but this ain't that, bruh I just hit a five
Oh you wanna buy some hit dope, n***a hit my line
100 round drum, he tried to run, shot him sixty times
Aye, waddup AK
My fiene shooting he don?t nod
He been up 8 days
Not only do he shoot
He can really get high 8 ways
The dog got him jumping on the car, I call him Day Day
I make him spend 11 hundred or better, every payday
When I leave the crib, I take my Glock, but the k stay
You bought some dope but b*t*h I hit it first I feel like Ray J
Catch a body make a song and run b*t*h I'm Tay-K

I got some killers out in Grand Rapids
Whack a n***a, tie his body up, then saran wrap him
The first eight of red I drunk was with my grand daddy
Up the Glock, I can't run for sh*t like my pants sagging

20 bands of 20s in my pocket, why my pants baggy
Sensei when it comes to hitting bricks, b*t*h I'm a grand master
Knocked his head off in Saginaw, then went to Grand Traverse
But I'd put this Glock down and box, all hand action

I just bought some clean dope, I'm about to molly wop it
Stuck my whole d**k down her throat, b*t*h lollipopped it
Before I drink some lean I gotta take an oxycontin
Told the plug meet me at the store then somebody robbed him

If you see a n***a lookin crazy then I probably shoot him
In the country making hit songs, selling Miley Cyrus
I ain't lost you see me looking off then I'm probably plottin
Look my name up you see activists like Tommy Robinson

Shoutout Al Capone, I'm a hustler had a dope house slappin before I had a phone
I'm humble, I'd knock a n***a off then smoke a fat Capone
Smoking n***as is my new habit, I don't smoke blacks no more

Rob a n***a for his cartis, put his gla**es on
Driving hellcats all through the winter, cut the traction on
Pockets chubby now It was my belly I ain't fat no more
Caught a body at my first performance I dont rap no more

B*t*h, I'm from the 810
Used to cut cla** now I cut dope, b*t*h I ain't late no more
All I get is love this sh*t weird, n***as don't hate no more
Got a pint, I'm finna drink a 12 but I'm saving 4

Shoutout to 616
Big bro says his knuckles swoll, he's been hitting bricks
Let her lick my d**k for 2 hours, then go hit a lick
Drink the lean and chase in with the pop, I take different sips
You want 10, swipe a car, we take different trips
I went to Cali for some weed, but all we did was scripts
Buy some cut dope and stretch it out I be hitting hit
Make a knife to cut this sh*t up on some prison sh*t