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exotic shit - ak bandamont lyrics

[intro]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
(ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)

[chorus]
yeah, two*tone on that glock like an exotic cop
huh, h*llcat, not the strap, we got exotic cars
huh, every store i pull up to, need an exotic pop
nowadays, every b*tch i hit a ten, i got exotic thots
yeah, i be on exotic sh*t
on the way from melrose, i’m off the drank, i let her drive the whip
hundred rounds on a brand*new arp, we got exotic clips
what i did, a lot of sh*t, we’ll leave ’em dead, comе try some sh*t

[verse 1]
i be floatin’ off them drugs, wе got exotic drank
huh, if i was born in 1850, would’ve bought a bank
through his crib, he had his bread under the mattress, he should’ve bought a safe
his brother tried to be a hero and died, he should’ve bought a cape
sheesh, we made him fall away, rest in p*ss
to my old ho, she gave the jaw away
don’t run up on my trippin’ ’cause lil’ bro’ll blow your jaw away
free my lil’ cuz, ain’t play his cards, we got a fallen ace
i can teach you all about the fraud, i know it all the way
i catch a case and call my lawyer, they throw it all away
told bro throw me the ball, a touchdown, i’m goin’ all the way
i ’bout could’ve fell victim to the system, but i ain’t fall astray, nope
bankrolls, always had ’em, drank loads, always had ’em
stank hoes, always had ’em, case closed, always had it
you was tryin’ back and forth with me while i was gettin’ active
well, i ain’t tryna hear that sh*t, i’m just tryna get a baggage
[chorus]
yeah, two*tone on that glock like an exotic cop
huh, h*llcat, not the strap, we got exotic cars
huh, every store i pull up to, need an exotic pop
nowadays, every b*tch i hit a ten, i got exotic thots
yeah, i be on exotic sh*t
on the way from melrose, i’m off the drank, i let her drive the whip
hundred rounds on a brand*new arp, we got exotic clips
what i did, a lot of sh*t, we’ll leave ’em dead, come try some sh*t

[verse 2]
i ‘member posted at the mall and i wasn’t buyin’ sh*t
huh, i was just waitin’ for a play, they finna buy a zip
and that was back in ‘015 when i was findin’ l!cks
f*ck around and stomp a n*gga out, even fight a b*tch
i sold a blow to the fiend tan, i got it white as sh*t
lil’ bro and them pull up in that van, that mean you dyin’ quick
sat down, i think i came up with a plan, who wanna buy a brick?
unc’ said he made too much sellin’ these drugs, so he ain’t tryna quit
got shot, that’s when i wrote my name in blood, it is not religious
the opp was shot, they caught him at the club, they finna do a k!llin’
i dropped a pop, i’m sick i’m spillin’ blood, but all it do is k!ll me
huh, but i’ma buy another pint ’cause all it do is heal me
man, they sick, b*tch, i’m on go and i ain’t leavin’
i keep my eyes open, i’m ridin’ with the chop for no reason (i be paranoid)
i’m drivin’ with a ghost, i’m in a demon (brap)
and once you say it’s smoke, then you can see us (beep)
[chorus]
yeah, two*tone on that glock like an exotic cop
huh, h*llcat, not the strap, we got exotic cars
huh, every store i pull up to, need an exotic pop
nowadays, every b*tch i hit a ten, i got exotic thots
yeah, i be on exotic sh*t
on the way from melrose, i’m off the drank, i let her drive the whip
hundred rounds on a brand*new arp, we got exotic clips
what i did, a lot of sh*t, we’ll leave ’em dead, come try some sh*t

- ak bandamont lyrics

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