lirik lagu ak bandamont - 7:04am freestyle
[intro]
yeah, uh
ak bandamont, n~gga
i get bands a lot, n~gga
you know that
yeah
uh
yop
yeah
[verse]
i just came across some head, i still start chop
you been at [?] city ‘fore you cut it, think don’t start watchin’
i be in the lab punchin’ up slabs, i be start boxin’
i put it in the lab, then knock it up like i’m bernard hopkins
you got my n~gga sent, he got caught up on a gun case
he would rob a n~gga sickin’ him up, he said, “f~ck grace”
this sh~t [?] f~ck these banks up, b~tch, the cupcake
a hundred thousand tryna shoot the four chops, he’d be up eight
i got her off these juggs, it’s goin’ good, i’ll move ’em upstate
if we see the state troops, i’m doin’ the dash for a fun race
i just checkеd my caliber, 7.6, that’s a fun k
and if i ever lеave the crib, it’s a fun day
just caught an opp, he sniffin’ and took a sh~t, it was a monday
[?], he was at church sittin’ with granny, it was a sunday
you was them n~ggas in the hood trappin’ all day, chillin’ a one~way
i’ma hit that sh~t myself and tax the bag and serve it one way
i’ma hit that sh~t myself and tax the bag and move it two states
your b~tch callin’ my phone askin’ for help, well, it’s too late
and i’m tryna step on ice, i got two zips, i need two skates
i just came across a b~tch, i got two baits
i’m finna hike with twenty pounds, i’m finna backbone it
and you don’t live the sh~t you rap, b~tch, your dad know it
you n~ggas rats, ain’t steppin’ into your trap, b~tch, the flag on it
better watch my back, i’ll smack you with the strap until the strap broken
everything was goin’ good, runnin’ sh~t up until the rats spoken
this n~gga lost his crib f~ckin’ with white, i think crack know it
d~mn, the future crackheads’d start showin’
might do a two~for~one, i cook up hard, i got art for ’em
yeah, i got art for ’em
my doggy on the road for cookin’ crack, he got an art warrant
to get that sh~t i got, you gotta work, you can’t start poor
but some n~ggas sell they soul to see a star door
say you would’ve been real this whole time, what you act for?
if you see i said no the past two times, what you ask for?
i’m sittin’ in the trap pressin’ fake pills ’cause i’m a trap lord
we lyin’ in your raps sayin’ fake sh~t ’cause you a cap lord
my dog hit ice, [?], call my phone, need a bag of eighths
k!ll an opp in fashion, i hit the rental, so i need his sp~ceship
and we gon’ stay on n~ggas’ head ’til we get ’em wasted
pull up with an fn and lemon squeezy, it’s gon’ penetrate ’em
go catch him at a party and k!ll ’em all, then eliminate ’em (ahh)
i stomped a n~gga out and pistol whip him, now he in the patrons
quit trickin’ ’bout that sh~t inside your songs, you ain’t really made it
and i bet the whole hood know me and i ain’t even famous
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