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100 bars - rio da yung og & ak bandamont lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy beats)
ak bandamont, my n*gga
i get bands a lot n*gga, you know that

[verse: ak bandamont]
they might’ve dropped the k
you shoot that sh*t flying through the air
well mine’s flying straight
i done whip the pistol out on dawg
and shoot him in his face
glock 10’s take a n*gga out to eat
like it’s trying to date

4*5*? a n*gga, after i pull an eight
pop a beans, sup eight ounces of lean, sh*t i might die today
my b*tch thought that i died last night, but i survived the drink
hit the drank before seal the plastic, sh*t you probably can’t

d*mn, that’s embarrassing
i done pop four pills a day a month
i keep medicine
f*ck around a robbed a white house for a stash of bricks
cause they flood their streets with guns way back in 86

my dawg just hit me up he got like 80 bricks
but he let too many hoes, he got like maybe 6
i and teejayx6 a n*gga, scam him out his rent
my choppa brown like that n*gga ?
b*tch, ima die a legend
send a shot you catch back four for free
and you gon die stressin
this b*tch p*ssy’s ?, she a night stretcher
on my way to* i can’t say names* she need a night ?

this b*tch took more than what she need, i had a fight with her
beat her ass and kicked her out the whip, the next day the night ?
whip the socks for three hours straight, now she gonna die crippled
love my opps, they with somebody who gon die with him

free, load up
used to hit punches, juggs slide with them
you was out there caring cushion, cookin up pies with me
i’m ? n*gga, if you don’t load up bands you can’t ride with me
i’m ? n*gga, if ride with the opps you gon die with em

b*tch, i’m a k user
my n*ggas stole some guns from toronto, b*tch this drake music
my n*ggas said he f*cked with …
clear my closet out before i f*cked her, you b*tches stay boosted

d*mn, these b*tches stay choosin
she ask me cause “if they f*cking surprise me”
cause we stay coolin
she ask me “what i do for a living”
b*tch i’m the
?, but you a face 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
? work hit the stash then i made it back
been shaking n*gga’s boxes i can read, so n*gga do the math

aye b*tch i’m a cut master
you take the ? then mix pass to me, you know i cut faster
dog threw me a brick that’s a book, i’m in a dumb chapter
up the bliccy on you and i spaz it, we don’t do no chattin

when you n*ggas bodies drop, me and bro laughin
cause they drink on a n*gga 2 times, but i’m gonna tax them
this n*gga think he pulling up to fight me, but i’m gonna wack him
you ever see that n*gga turn the block, with a ?
(waddup)
[verse: rio da yung og]
d*mn, we on a different time
thought he bought a pint, but this ain’t that, i just hit a five
oh you wanna buy some head dope, n*gga hit my line
100 round drum, he tried to run, shot him sixty times
aye, waddup ak
my fiene shooting boy be all naughty
he been up 8 days
not only do he shoot
he can really get high 8 ways
the dog got him jumping on the car, i call him day day
i make him spend 11 hundred or better, every payday
when i leave the crib, i take my glock, but the k stay
you bought some dope but b*tch i hit it first i feel like ray j
catch a beat and make a song and run b*tch i’m tay*k

i got some k!llers out in grand rapids
wack a n*gga, tie his body up, then saran wrap him
the first eight of red i drunk was with my grand daddy
up the glock, i can’t run for sh*t like my pants sagging

20 bands of 20s in my pocket, why my pants baggy
sensei when it comes to hitting bricks, b*tch i’m a grand master
knocked his head off him, i’m saggin on him with the ?
but i’d put this glock down and box, all hand action

i just bought some clean dope, i’m about to molly wop it
stuck my old d down her throat, b*tch lollipopped it
before i drink some lean i gotta take an oxycontin
told the plug meet me at the store then somebody robbed him

if you see a n*gga lookin crazy then i probably shoot him
in the country making hit songs, selling miley cyrus
i ain’t lost you see me looking off then i’m probably plottin
look my name up you see activists like tommy robinson

shoutout , i’m a hustler had a dope house slappin before i hand a phone
i’m humble, i’d knock a n*gga off then smoke a
smoking n*ggas is my new habit, i don’t smoke blacks no more

rob a n*gga for his cartis, put his glasses on
driving h*llcats all throughout the winter, cause the traction on
pockets chubby now it was my belly i ain’t fat no more
caught a body at my first performance i ain’t rap no more

b*tch, i’m from the 810
used to cut class now i cut dope, b*tch i ain’t ? no more
all i get is love this sh*t weird, n*ggas don’t hate no more
got a pint, i’m finna drink a 12 but i’m saving fou

shoutout to 616
big bro says his knuckles swoll, he’s been hitting bricks
let her like my d*ck for 2 hours, then gon hit a l!ck
drink the lean and chase in with the pop, i take different sips
you want 10, swipe a car, we take different trips
i went to cali for some weed, but ima dibble scripts
buy some cut dope and stretch it out i be hitting hit
make a knife to cut this sh*t up on some prison sh*t

- rio da yung og ak bandamont lyrics

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