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100 bars - ak bandamont lyrics

i done dropped the k
you send shots, they fly straight in the air, well, mines flying straight
i done whipped that pistol out on dog and shot him in his face
glock 10 take a n*gga out to eat like it’s tryna date
four*five quick to first four*eight a n*gga after i pour an eight
pop a bean, sip eight ounces of lean, sh*t, i might die today
my b*tch d*mn near thought i died last night, but i survived the drank
hit the drank before we sealed the plastic, sh*t, you probably can’t
d*mn, that’s embarrassing
i done popped four pills a day, i’m out, i’ll k!ll for medicine
f*ck around and robbed a white house for a stash of bricks
’cause they flooded the streets with bricks and guns way back in ’86
my dog just hit me up, he got like eighty bricks
but he stepped them hoes too many times, he got like maybe six
i’ll teejayx6 a n*gga, scam him out his rent
my chopper brown, sh*t like that n*gga chris, get pressed into his lips
b*tch, i’ma die a legend
sending shots, you catch ’bout four for free and you gon’ die stressing
this b*tch p*ssy fit two ounces, she a nice stretcher
on my way to— i can’t say her name, she needed night checking
this b*tch done took way more than what she need, i had a fight with her
beat her ass and kicked her out the whip next to the night ‘spital
whip the socks for three hours straight, now she gon’ die crippled
love my opps, they always with somebody who gon’ die with ’em
free lil dub, used to hit punches, jugg slides with him
you was out in cary christian cooking up pies with me
i’m gudda, n*gga, if you don’t love the bands, then you can’t ride with me
i’m gudda, n*gga, if you ride with the opps, then you gon’ die with ’em
b*tch, i’m a k user
my n*gga stole some guns from toronto, b*tch, this drake music
my n*gga said he f*cked with “who fed”, he made some plays to it
cleaned my closet out before i f*cked her, these b*tches stay boosting
d*mn, these b*tches stay choosing
she asked me could she f*ck, it ain’t surprise me ’cause we stay cooling
she asked me what i do for a living, b*tch, i’m the state ruler
you lied your age to shake the block, p*ssy, but you a fake shooter
my brother asked me for a deuce and i smacked his ass
my mom asked for a thousand, i gave it to her, but it made me sad
i glad wrapped the work and hit the stash, then i made it back
been shaking n*ggas’ box since i could read, so n*gga, do the math
ayy, b*tch, i’m a cut master
you take too long to mix, pass it to me, you know i cut faster
dog threw me a brick, that’s a book, i’m in a dumb chapter
up the bl!cky on you when i’m spazzing, we don’t do no chatting
when your n*ggas’ bodies drop, me and bro laughing
cut the drank on a n*gga two times, but i’m gon’ tax him
this n*gga think i’m pulling up to fight him, but i’m gon’ whack him
you ever seen a n*gga tear up the block with a blow cannon?

- ak bandamont lyrics

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