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street legend - rio da yung og & ak bandamont lyrics

ak bandamont
ak bandamont n*gga i get bands a lot n*gga

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ak bandamont
aye i need a stretcher
i pop a n*gga get locked up and write his ass a letter
if he got lucky he did it, i hope his family is better
f*cked around spilled codeine on my stick but made it spray better
he got out and moved to the east, you know he stay western
my n*gga grabbed a zip of that girly, he surely gon stretch it
stupid n*gga f*ck around with my opp now he live in heaven
i’ve been earning, this b*tch called me broke without a brick of cheddar
i need a stimulant my guns bad i need myself a tester
when i’m cooking up in that kitchen i can’t wear a beater
couldn’t afford to lose my first mix b*tch i’m undefeated
talked to a n*gga ribs in high school that was under bleachers
shot a n*gga ten fo ten times you know i beat him
sold this one n*gga ten fo one time he look like jesus
f*ck n*gga ion wanna hit yo loud if it look leafy
b*tch i f*cked you while my dawg specialize at cracking visa
b*tch i made a plan today
been through a half pound and some extra, that’s a band today
b*tch you was asking for rods dangling where’s your mans today
i passed out a few testers my fiend end up running on his man today
hit this sh*t with, i can’t say with words but what they hit with straight
made five hundred on a ten to fo but a k!lling off a section 8
bool crazy when i start passing testers yall had dinner plates
they hit my dawg with time but he ain’t even have to age at 38
i look good as h*ll but i finessed lil dawg out 38
i bet i’m somewhere getting off while yo stomach ache
i hit my n*gga cell for the realest, he got the dumbest drank
hitting them extra jugs on the side, that’s how you stuff the safe
the bullets zip yo brain up like when you wearing bape
some villains running around this b*tch, you better not wear a cape
ion give no f*ck bout where you from, cause i’m from we apes
saw dawg make a k!lling where he from, where our family came
b*tch, i’m a trap sergeant. you don’t do half the sh*t you say, boy you a cap artist
got ??? who tried to offer less, boy that’s a bad bargain
i got a tracklist i gotta handle, i got mad targets
ion do no capping boy i’ll bust you, with my hat backwards
you tried to beg an beg for yo life, but you a bad actor
i’m really in these streets i did weed, then sold crack after
i’m finna bust a load down, i need a batch after
i’m finna bust a n*gga in public, i’m gon mad max him
don’t ask about me around in yo hood, b*tch i bring static
rio da yung og
sixty pints down in a month, b*tch thats thirty eights
speed reloader, drop a hundred shots outta 38
might go to h*ll, cause i just sent a n*gga through the pearly gates
walked in at twelve i shot before the bell he died early late
hope that make sense to you, i’m inna party
dancing with my stick but it got different moves
walked right in, they couldn’t see the glock this b*tch invisible
you learned from who? yo teacher learned from me b*tch i’m the princ*p*l
it’s me and bandamont, not including the lean just on pops i spend a band a month
i put a zip of ether in the leaf, that’s a band a blunt
just eyeballed a zip of cocaine, buy a scale for what?
i sold dawg some strong glue, but it smell like runtz
a lil bape, four pockets on me full you can tell i’m up
just punched these jeans hard as f*ck, now they swellin up
my spot slappin, yo sh*t move slow as h*ll you make a sale a month
i need a antidepressant, pop a xan call my ex*girlfriend tell her we together
flip the pros, buy a bunch of dope can’t sell weed forever
i’m booked up for six months, can’t even read the schedule
just smoked a bunch of kush bro i don’t eat edibles
drunk a lot of lean and pop today imma pee forever
bro go find a new route, you had ten gs forever
hustlin ‘til the sun come up, do i sleep? never
i be talking about some sh*t you might not understand
sloppy only twenties on me, i need a rubber band
i’m petty, i just took a .4 of lac and cut a gram
just bought a scat and got some head from another fan
like a fat hoe stomach that’s when she suck me in
my n*gga found a plug but we fell out cause he ain’t cut me in
i got a bowed debit card, forgot the f*cking pin
imma be a hundred up, i’ll find another band
ain’t n0body i know died but i just bought a casket
that’s a glass pint of red, ion f*ck with plastic
i can’t really hit the glass, but i can cut the plastic
leave the seal, hit it with a needle then the karo added
i just taught you sum bro i hope you listen
b*tch you better suck it ‘til tomorrow i bought you something expensive
stop hitting this b*tch to make a sale, brief intermission
my momma want me off the drank, we had an intervention
my engineer make songs, but i’m a different mixer
she said her last n*gga a bum, well i’m a different n*gga
i pull up with a can to get you and yo n*gga
oh i missed a n*gga double back and take a different picture

- rio da yung og ak bandamont lyrics

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