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dope fiend - ak bandamont lyrics

[intro]
(yo, [?] got the drip)
(michigan music)

[verse]
good thing i ain’t a doctor, i ain’t got patience
just let off shots, he rushin’ to the doctor, he did not make it
i’ll take a n*gga to his maker and i’m not playin’
i could have this b*tch do a hex on you, she a dark haitian
tie a n*gga up and burn his body, he in a dark bas*m*nt
b*tch, i’m on the block huntin’ the opps, you see a car chase him
so i let off shots and hit his top from a far angle
b*tch, i’m headed out the way, i got a pelle on
b*tch, you got it stuffed with up our league, that’s what i tell these hoes
b*tch, i can’t never leave the trap what i’ma tell the roll
i d*mn near got a milli’ cash in my tele phone
just gotta go and get it, my young n*gga drop bodies for a living
he in the murder business
i’ll take a n*gga’s trap and pistol whip him, he get murdered with it
if the n*gga get away, i chase him down, i’m finna curse him with it
i’m finna burn him with it
finna slide off in a h*llcat, i’m finna burn the engine
hit the trap to cook the dog up, i’m finna burn the kitchen
got a drum in my glock, a hundred shots, i’m finna burn the pistol
i heard them n*ggas posted at a party, i’m finna burn the middle
and meet him at the ‘spital
’cause they ain’t get the job done
then i’m here to k!ll you
if a n*gga speakin’ on my b*tch, i won’t will smith you
bro, i will k!ll you
pull up with that chopper, let off shots and they will fill you
i was goin’ through your b*tch phone while you was out trippin’
oh, he at a bar? let off shots while he out sippin’
i caught him runnin’ out the back, why did he try dippin’?
i hit him in his face, stomach, and arm, even an eye ligament
my deuce knew i was bad goin’ to school, i wanted to try skippin’
was tryna be like my big bro, was gettin’ high with him
i seen him leave at school with two hoes, i wanna drive with him
we took him to a trap on the south side, we finna dive in him
i don’t know why the opps love parties, they always die in ’em
nah, these b*tches goin’ live just to cry in ’em
ha, this sh*t quite silly
i bet you ever catch me out, i got a pipe with me
b*tch, i got a switchie on my ten milli’
b*tch, i’m to that point, you want my masters, give me ten milli’
and we can make it happen
always know if rap don’t go right, then i’d make it trappin’
b*tch, i’d make it happen
who said i won’t get a n*gga whacked? b*tch, i’ll make it happen
tie a n*gga up and burn his body and now the boy ashes

- ak bandamont lyrics

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