100 Bars

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[Intro: AK Bandamont] (Enrgy Beats) Big AK Bandamont, nigga, I get bands a lot, nigga, you know that [Verse 1: AK Bandamont] Damn, I done dropped the K You send shots, they fly straight in the air, well, mine's flyin' straight I done whipped that pistol out on dog and shot him in his face Glock 10 take a nigga out to eat like it's tryna date .45 quick to First 48 a nigga after I pour an eight Pop a bean, sip eight ounces of lean, shit, I might die today My bitch damn near thought I died last night, but I survived the drank Hit the drank before we sealed the plastic, shit, you probably can't Damn, that's embarrassin' I done popped four pills a day, I'm out, I'll kill for medicine Fuck around and robbed the White House for a stash of bricks 'Cause they flooded the streets with bricks and guns way back in '86 My dog just hit me up, he got like eighty bricks But he stepped them hoes too many times, he got like maybe six I'll Teejayx6 a nigga, scam him out his rent My chopper Brown, shit like that nigga Chris, get pressed into his lips Bitch, I'ma die a legend Sending shots, you catch 'bout four for free and you gon' die stressin' This bitch pussy fit two ounces, she a nice stretcher On my way to— I can't say his name, she need a nice gesture This bitch done took way more than what she need, I had a fight with her I beat her ass and kicked her out the whip next to the night 'spital Whip the socks for three hours straight, now she gon' die crippled Love my opps, they always with somebody who gon' die with 'em Free Lil Dub, used to hit punches, jugg slides with him You was out in Cary Christian cookin' up pies with me I'm goated, nigga, if you don't love the bands, then you can't ride with me I'm goated, nigga, if you ride with the opps, then you gon' die with 'em Bitch, I'm a K user My nigga stole some guns from Toronto, bitch, this Drac' music My nigga said he fucked with "Who Fed," he made some plays to it Cleaned my closet out before I fucked her, these bitches stay boostin' Damn, these bitches stay choosin' She asked me could she fuck, it ain't surprise me 'cause we stay coolin' She asked me what I do for a livin', bitch, I'm the state looter You lied your age to shake the block pussy, but you a fake 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 I Glad wrapped the work and hit the stash, then I made it back Been shakin' niggas' box since I could read, so, nigga, do the math Ayy, bitch, I'm a cut master You take too long to mix, pass it to me, you know I cut faster Dog threw me a brick, that's a book, I'm in a dumb chapter Up the blicky on you when I'm spazzin', we don't do no chattin' When your niggas' bodies drop, me and bro laughin' Cut the drank on a nigga two times, but I'm gon' tax him This nigga think he pullin' up to fight me, but I'm gon' whack him You ever seen a nigga tear up the block with a blow cannon? [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] What up? Damn, we on a different time Thought he bought a pint, but this ain't that, bruh, I just hit a five Oh, you wanna buy some hit dope? Nigga, hit my line Hundred-round drum, he tried to run, shot him sixty times Ayy, what up, AK? My fiend shootin' boy, but he don't nod, he been up eight days Not only do he shoot, he can really get high eight ways The dog got him jumping on the car, I call him Day Day I make him spend eleven hun' or better every payday When I leave the crib, I take my Glock, but the K stay You bought some dope, but, bitch, I hit it first, I feel like Ray J Catch a beat and make a song and run, bitch, I'm Tay-K I got some killers out in Grand Rapids Whack a nigga, tie his body up, then Saran wrap him The first eight of red I drunk was with my granddaddy Up the Glock, I can't run for shit like my pants saggin' Twenty bands of twenties in my pocket why my pants baggy Sensei when it come to hittin' bricks, bitch, I'm a grandmaster Knocked his head off on Saginaw, then went to Grand Traverse But I'll put this Glock down and box, all hand action I just bought some clean dope, I'm 'bout to molly wop it Stuck my whole dick down her throat, bitch 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 seen a nigga lookin' crazy, then I probably shot him In the country making hit songs, sellin' Miley Cyrus I ain't lost, you see me lookin' off, then I'm probably plottin' Look my name up, see activists like Tommy Robinson Shoutout Al Capone I'm a hustler, I had a dope house slappin' 'fore I had a phone I'm humble, I'll knock a nigga off, then smoke a fat Capone Smokin' niggas is my new habit, I don't smoke Blacks no more Rob a nigga for his Cartis, put his glasses on Drivin' Hellcats all through the winter, cut the traction on Pockets chubby now, it was my belly, I ain't fat no more Caught a body at my first performance, I don't rap no more Bitch, I'm from the 810 Used to cut class, now I cut dope, bitch, I ain't late no more All I get is love, this shit weird, niggas don't hate no more? Got a pint, I'm finna drink a twelve, but I'm saving four Shoutout to 616 Big bro said his knuckles swole, he been hittin' bricks Make her lick my dick for two hours, then go hit a lick Drink the lean and chase it with the pop, I take different sips You went OT to swipe a card, we take different trips I went to Cali for some weed, but I'ma deal with 'scripts Buy some cut dope, then stretch it out, I be hittin' hit Make a knife to cut this shit up on some prison shit