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lirik lagu ak bandamont - gun fashion

[intro]
ak bandamont, n~gga, i get bands a lot, n~gga

[verse]
it’s game time
can shoot a hundred shots out eight clips, b~tch, that’s eight nines
don’t ask me questions ’cause i won’t say sh~t, my guns stay lyin’
put my gang on tip loaded with k’s, now you got eight problems
n~ggas cordial, but i know what to say, done brung the ape out him
put this b~tch in route, told her be quiet, drove eighty~eight miles
my dog bne, and made a million out of eight houses
they drove to bne, wrote on the block and run up eight thousand
i catch a n~gga leavin’ out the crib, but we don’t spray houses
i take some cut, she spread it out, and make some shake out it
murk a n~gga with a pocket full of money and make him pay out it
i caught the [?] with [?], i heard to use, i read the blade harley
i f~cked the b~tch, she almost died, the b~tch gon’ say sorry
got some yerkies, but i’ll k!ll them n~ggas if they don’t play smartly
get robbed every time they see you out, i bet you hate parties
b~tch needed 3.5, i crushed an eighth of smarties
what you in it for the clout about?
whenever i’m ot, i make a k!lling out the waffle house
i got this lil’ white b~tch with the ends, i call her ronda rousey
now i’m up, i’m only sippin’ green if fred not around
you won’t catch me boomin’ out a city if it’s a pound drought
you learn more in these streets then went in school, that’s what i found out
i was flashin’ out testers, you was askin’ for a shoutout
you finna get shot at if you see me pull these rounds out
that’s my old trick
she still in love with me and stuffed the pills, shoutout my old b~tch
i popped mr. cut, hit it with soda, sold him old grits
i whipped this sh~t for twenty minutes straight and now it’s over with
ayy, my fiends overloaded
if i whack a n~gga for tryna get payback, we gon’ overboard it
you steppin’ on the ice, you might slip, that’s just so important
my pop dropped an 09 in ’06, they gave his ass a warrant
i meant to multiplyin’ dope
they ran into the trap and seen it once, supplyer sniffin’ dope
how you gettin’ rich when the ones supplyin’ sniffin’ coke?
n~gga been shootin’ up for fifty years, he just turned sixty~four
finna go and roll these punches up, hit a couple stores
leave with twenty iphones with 20k, i need a couple more
just came a light ten~ball, it took a week and a couple phones
i was tryna d~ck up a hundred straps and then the shovel broke
trap on your wife and don’t got sh~t, what you hustlin’ for?
you just brung in a thousand straps, we finna smoke ’em more
just met this lil’ bad b~tch, she a barti, made her touch her toes
them n~ggas ’round you hungry, all the n~ggas ’round me up a roll
b~tch, the fn touchin’ souls
you cappin’, you ain’t seen the sh~t i seen, you never touched the road
i told the doc’ my withdrawls different, i need to touch a four
he told me, “son, your withdrawls different, you need a couple fours”
if i don’t then what’ll happen?
might not be off for weeks, but, b~tch, i’m active when them guns blastin’
threw a moncler on the pop a n~gga, b~tch, this gun fashion
i’m nko a uncle trapper, and now he done trappin’
b~tch, now he done flexin’
done k!lled a n~gga while he was down in sleep, the n~gga done restin’
gon’ break my gun apart, put it together, that’s a gun lesson
i was f~ckin’ your b~tch while you was cooked, buying her love lectures

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