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k to georgia - ak bandamont lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)

[verse]
yeah, it’s eighty degrees, but added thirty, i got glock with me
this car been sittin’ here too long, i am not trippin’
i’m finna go and sell this oil base, no, i did not sip it
i f*ck around, shoot doggy in his sh*t with a chop pistol
this an arp, the mini, that’s what i got with me
i up the chop, he start shakin’ out his boots, then i got busy
i knew i was the man at granny house when i got a fifty
this b*tch’ll f*ck you and your mans if you got some henny
i sell two*thousand*some pressed pills and i got a bentley
i really d*mn near socked this b*tch, why is you tryna kiss me?
this n*gga dumb, i sent a headshot and he tried to flinch it
i’ll do somethin’ illegal at your crib long as you got a kitchen
i’ll let you get the mеds long as you got the chicken
i left my unky ’round thе meds and he got to sniffin’
i think this n*gga hit his head, his body in the river
i told my fiend i’m done trappin’, now she cryin’ river
nah, i’ma trap for life, crack sender
find a bad b*tch and stuff her up, then put the crack in her
find an abandoned house all through the hood so we can trap in it
if a fiend od in that b*tch, clear it out, can’t go back in it
i sold bags in it, done made some racks in it, f*ck you rap n*ggas
they only hit the lab so they can cap in it and we’ll spin them all
name hold weight like you fat b*tches
send a hundred shots at dog in traffic, now his scat finished, i done sent ’em on him
runnin’ lights, clutchin’ the strap, i got a fifty on me
oh, you ain’t know i’m talkin’ ’bout the drum and i’ll send it on you
this b*tch got a husband, but she don’t really care, ’cause she was l!ckin’ on it
n*gga sick, he probably gave that b*tch a kiss after she was l!ckin’ on me
i told the b*tch i really like her, then i’ll spend it on you
psych, just go and ask my last b*tch, i ain’t spend sh*t on her
but if you stuff it in your cooch, you can take a portion
man, i’m hungry than a b*tch, i drunk an eight this morning
i am not on tour with drake, i brought a k to georgia
i’m out the way, bro, terrorizin’ opps, i’m on the lake with forgis
bro trippin’, finna go to a car lot so we can take this foreign (skrrt)
and f*ck the feds, do not chase, just forfeit
i crack them cards and make ’em forfeit, bank hack g*nius
b*tch cut me off, i f*cked her credit up and now we back even
this one n*gga died from tryna be just like me, it ain’t that easy
caught him out in traffic, split his car in half, well, ain’t that greasy?
this b*tch called me, where you at? i’m finna come and see it
i keep on starin’ at her ass, d*mn, it’s that meaty? sheesh
bend her over from the back, beat it
right now, i’m in the rover ’cause the ‘cat cleanin’
this b*tch got a lot of room, i’m in the back beatin’ it
i might cut her off for a month, then i’m back beatin’ it
the unc’ be sellin’ weed bags with the crack seasoning
so i ain’t never hit him up for only that reason
[outro]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)

- ak bandamont lyrics

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