lirik lagu ak bandamont - mind of a menace
[intro]
yeah, ak bandamont, n~gga, yeah
[verse]
alright voice in my head, that’s the shay tom
them boys ain’t talkin’ on them songs, they just make lies
my fiend did a line, turned to a zombie, he frankenstein
wish he was still alive
put me in the lab with a lil’ powder, i’ll make pie
bro just hunted the opps down, but he ain’t a spy
i just did this b~tch bold and she ain’t surprised
i just told the b~tch i’m out of town, i gotta make a lie
this b~tch start askin’ me questions, i’ll make a lie (“ayy, b~tch, where you at?”)
ha, i gotta change it up
b~tch, i got a brick under my bed, i can’t make it up
just hit a slab and left that b~tch wet, i ain’t hang it up
i put my d~ck in white girl, rearrange her guts
the feds found out where i trap, i gotta change it up
i got a stick under my seat in an eight of dust
i caught one of my opps goin’ to school, i’m finna flame the bus
i had bro cut it again ’cause he a remaker
and i could show you how to mix, i ain’t a beatmaker
just bought a pint and drunk a three and ten, i’m a three saver
they sick i ran through a whole brick as a teenager
these n~ggas talkin’ ’bout the field, you a weak player
i’m finna stuff a b~tch up with the pills, we can eat later
i’m finna spike the fishscale, i’m a cleat maker
i’m finna pour up eleven lines, i gotta pee later
in ‘015, ran through a half a slab, and got a ki’ later
this n~gga talk like he can’t die, we finna see later
i know a b~tch launderin’ cash, i got clean paper
why these n~ggas flashin’ all these guns but i don’t see paper?
yeah
i just cut the cocaine up with a green razor
if a n~gga showin’ strap, and he don’t shoot it, i’m a heat taker
my dog got tolerance, south beach like a heat player
i got a plug on purp pints, i’m finna go to houston
if a n~gga touch my chain, i’m finna throw a bullet
my lil’ cuz don’t know how to cook crack, i had bro school him
i was bad goin’ to class, i had homeschooling
that sh~t so truthful
and do not pull your gun out unless you gon’ use it
if i pull my gun out, just know i’m gon’ use it
no talkin’, won’t hesitate, just know i’m gon’ shoot it
i hit a n~gga drank with all karo, he ain’t gon’ poot it
i took a break on sellin’ weed to see what coke doin’
this b~tch want a couple lines, see what her nose doin’
i’m finna leave the trap house, see what the hoes doin’
i’m finna go to ’em
i told my fiend come get a front and she float to it
i told the b~tch don’t gotta front, it ain’t a joke to it
brodie played the dead opps’ song, we finna blow to it
i just rolled a big backwood and did a ghost to it
dumb b~tch, you know your homie dead, you gotta stand up
i’m finna dance on a whole slab, this ain’t step up
b~tch, i got blood over my shoe, this ain’t ketchup
the feds done had me on a high~speed chase and they ain’t catch up
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