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ak bandamont - gun fashion كلمات أغنية

[intro]
ak bandamont, n_gga, i get bands a lot, n_gga

[verse]
it’s game time
can shoot a hundred shots out eight clips, b_tch, that’s eight nines
don’t ask me questions ’cause i won’t say sh_t, my guns stay lyin’
put my gang on tip loaded with k’s, now you got eight problems
n_ggas cordial, but i know what to say, done brung the ape out him
put this b_tch in route, told her be quiet, drove eighty_eight miles
my dog bne, and made a million out of eight houses
they drove to bne, wrote on the block and run up eight thousand
i catch a n_gga leavin’ out the crib, but we don’t spray houses
i take some cut, she spread it out, and make some shake out it
murk a n_gga with a pocket full of money and make him pay out it
i caught the [?] with [?], i heard to use, i read the blade harley
i f_cked the b_tch, she almost died, the b_tch gon’ say sorry
got some yerkies, but i’ll k!ll them n_ggas if they don’t play smartly
get robbed every time they see you out, i bet you hate parties
b_tch needed 3.5, i crushed an eighth of smarties
what you in it for the clout about?
whenever i’m ot, i make a k!lling out the waffle house
i got this lil’ white b_tch with the ends, i call her ronda rousey
now i’m up, i’m only sippin’ green if fred not around
you won’t catch me boomin’ out a city if it’s a pound drought
you learn more in these streets then went in school, that’s what i found out
i was flashin’ out testers, you was askin’ for a shoutout
you finna get shot at if you see me pull these rounds out
that’s my old trick
she still in love with me and stuffed the pills, shoutout my old b_tch
i popped mr. cut, hit it with soda, sold him old grits
i whipped this sh_t for twenty minutes straight and now it’s over with
ayy, my fiends overloaded
if i whack a n_gga for tryna get payback, we gon’ overboard it
you steppin’ on the ice, you might slip, that’s just so important
my pop dropped an 09 in ’06, they gave his ass a warrant
i meant to multiplyin’ dope
they ran into the trap and seen it once, supplyer sniffin’ dope
how you gettin’ rich when the ones supplyin’ sniffin’ coke?
n_gga been shootin’ up for fifty years, he just turned sixty_four
finna go and roll these punches up, hit a couple stores
leave with twenty iphones with 20k, i need a couple more
just came a light ten_ball, it took a week and a couple phones
i was tryna d_ck up a hundred straps and then the shovel broke
trap on your wife and don’t got sh_t, what you hustlin’ for?
you just brung in a thousand straps, we finna smoke ’em more
just met this lil’ bad b_tch, she a barti, made her touch her toes
them n_ggas ’round you hungry, all the n_ggas ’round me up a roll
b_tch, the fn touchin’ souls
you cappin’, you ain’t seen the sh_t i seen, you never touched the road
i told the doc’ my withdrawls different, i need to touch a four
he told me, “son, your withdrawls different, you need a couple fours”
if i don’t then what’ll happen?
might not be off for weeks, but, b_tch, i’m active when them guns blastin’
threw a moncler on the pop a n_gga, b_tch, this gun fashion
i’m nko a uncle trapper, and now he done trappin’
b_tch, now he done flexin’
done k!lled a n_gga while he was down in sleep, the n_gga done restin’
gon’ break my gun apart, put it together, that’s a gun lesson
i was f_ckin’ your b_tch while you was cooked, buying her love lectures

- ak bandamont

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