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johnny dang - ak bandamont & babytron lyrics

[intro: babytron]
(you’re not making this easy, kyle) alright

[verse 1: babytron & ak bandamont]
pink diamonds in my grill, i gave so much pape to johnny dang
i left the crib with yop stick, this a tommy thing
still painted quagen, i done made it out my wocky phase
n*ggas be gettin’ robbed every other week, i don’t know how he bang
he done switched his flags’ colors, i don’t know how he bang
n*gga couldn’t beat that body, i don’t know why he sang
we was main mans back then, i don’t know why he changed
sold a hundred pounds, i feel like wiz khalifa, i’m finna fly a plane
grabbed a retro pint, i could’ve bought a diamond chain
b*tch got tired of doin’ the dog, she wanna try the ‘caine
heroic dose of shroomies, sh*t, i’m finna fry my brain
this bag life and i did this sh*t myself, don’t try to ride the wave
high as h*ll, i catch an opp, i bet he die in sp*ce
my white boy a lean head, [?] many buy a crate
my shooter knocked off three dreads, he tryna find a lake
my unky k!lled a dirty cop, he tryna fight a case
i just k!lled a dirty pop and i’m still wide awake
just left the crib with a dirty glock, it’ll blow your mind away
if you got a curry shot, come and sign to gang
i don’t trust dog, he don’t even be in them hoods that he probably claim
cuddy cuttin’ ice, i told him stick, it’s like a hockey game
i might not f*ck her, this b*tch only at a sloppy game
they was prepared for the wave ’til the tsunami came
i was tryna smoke the latto ’til the scottie came
[verse 2: babytron & ak bandamont]
i just want a whole lot of throat, keep the punani, babe
heard we got a whole lot of smoke, pass me that shotty thing
nowadays, when b*tches see me out, they be like, “i got shotty, bae”
and i ain’t never by myself, just know i got that glocky thing
dsm, i teach a pit to k!ll before it’s potty trained
knew that i’d ball since i was born, i think i’m bronny james
i upped the strap, the n*gga tried to bay g’s and then i offed his brain
n*ggas always be gettin’ mad at the b*tches ’cause they call ’em lame

[verse 3: babytron]
they get a lucky lake shot out a hundred, then they call it aim
me, bro and bro with your b*tch, what you call a train?
paul pierce, f*ck the backboard, b*tch, i’m callin’ game
i’ma do the stepping if i catch him, i ain’t callin’ gang

[verse 4: ak bandamont]
you know i got it all maintained, and that’s on habit
lil’ bro just at the crib with the chop and he got four ratchets
and we could serve a hundred blocks, you know the phone slappin’
she asked me where i’m at, b*tch, i’m [?], i’m just at home trappin’

[verse 5: babytron]
why you go and buy that vest? you know it’s dome action
finna post a picture with the richard mille, no caption
talkin’ ’bout you finna run the interstate, b*tch, i road ran it
b*tch talkin’ ’bout we fightin’ later, we can go at it
[verse 6: ak bandamont]
i attacked the fiends, i made thirty*five hundred from servin’ four addicts
huh, lil’ biddy tryna cuss me out, i make the run static
this n*gga rappin’ like he sell crack, he went and sold plasma
and the whole city know he rattin’, he is so fragile

- ak bandamont babytron lyrics

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