lirik lagu ak bandamont - hydraulics
[intro]
yeah
ak bandamont, n~gga
i get bands a lot, n~gga
you know that
[verse]
i can send out four at once, i’m shootin’ burst bullets
this n~gga threw two threes in a high point, he got the worst bullets
they told me make a song to cook up dope and go to work to it
my fiend a redneck, he shoot up dog, he got the worst mullet
ha, yeah, he got the worst mullet
i got used to playin’ ’round with chops, it got a jerk to it
i’m finna pour a four of act’, right now i’m perc’ chewin’
i might have to rob doggy again ’cause he ain’t learn stupid
bustin’ juggs, clutchin’ the heater with my seat back
i showed girly a batch, she start to panic, she never seen crack
i’m on my way out to the bay, whеre the b’s at?
you quit callin’ my phone askin’ for a zip or you can keep that
but if you got somе perc 30s, i’ma need that
take a n~gga weed, hit it with white, we call it green crack
i got a thing for whackin’ opps and make the team lag
this b~tch dirty, i seen it in her room, she got a stink bath
she been f~ckin’ n~ggas all her life, got a distinct past
and she know that sh~t trife, she can’t stream past it
i’m finna pour these two opps up in a clean glass
i’m finna hit the road and vacuum seal ’em in a beanbag
i think this b~tch gettin’ addicted, she need rehab
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout the drugs, she need the d~ck, she said she need that
i just burnt the whip hittin’ the road doin’ the top mileage
i ain’t tryna cook when i get back so i’ma popeye it
then have girly bouncin’ on the d~ck, i call it hydraulics
we found him in his hood, blow his brains out and now it’s not flyin’
you heard ’em say i run the city, they was not lyin’
i can get a n~gga whacked in twenty~four hours and i was not tryin’
them boys’d find out where you live and they is not spyin’
last time i boxed a n~gga, i stomped him dead, that’s why i stopped fightin’
you probably never bought a pound, you a cheap hustler
i was gettin’ that package every two days from arlene brother
i just hit a pill with pure cocaine, we call it ease punchers
i knew she was good at suckin’ d~ck, she love to eat suckers
i love to take her to the mall ’cause she a mean mugger
her n~gga always callin’ mad that i’m f~ckin’, she got a mean hustler
he probably six but six with a big gut, but that don’t mean nothin’
pull that 40 out, give you a tummy tuck and make you bleed m~ffins
why you in these streets cappin’ to hoes when you ain’t seen nothin’?
i’ll probably catch him lackin’ at a bus stop, he be weak bomin’
i just ordered ten iphones, i send a week comin’
i just f~cked a b~tch and her two friends, i spent the week cummin’
i’m really in these streets but rap you callin’, tell ’em we comin’
i called my dog from ‘cross the border, he took a week comin’
i’ll probably catch him lackin’ at a bus stop, he be weak bomin’
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