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ak bandamont & babytron - fanned out lyrics

[intro: ak bandamont]
(hokatiwi)
yeah

[verse 1: ak bandamont]
i’m in detroit with babytron, i’m eatin’ lambchops
the n+gga thought he was gon’ k!ll me, then the jammed glock out
mean his glock jammed, and then he got his head popped
and if i pull that chopper out, you know it got the red dot
huh, he tried to spin me back in the day, but she a fan now, huh
they ain’t think i was gon’ make it, look how it fanned out
now everywhere i go, they know me, and i got bands out
brodie tryna overk!ll him, he shoot chop until it ran out
hit the titty bar and throw up ones until it ran out
he was sneak dissin’ in songs, the n+gga dead now, it’s how it is
i remеmber i was broke, i’m gettin’ brеad now, it’s how i live
i remember pushin’ sheds ’round, but it was not benz

[verse 2: babytron]
take my experimented pop and pull it out the fridge
she gon’ call you in a minute when i pull it out her ribs
if i never got the down payment, pull it from out the gig
boy, your team down twenty, why you pullin’ up from mid?
i ain’t gotta leave to make a ticket, pull it out the crib
used to drive that lil’ honda, now i’m pullin’ up some big
heard you want some smoke, it’s on the floor, we pullin’ up with sigs
doggy actin’ like a b+tch, i caught him pullin’ up his wig
twenty blunts up in the car, ain’t pullin’ up with wiz
this a grown+man sport, don’t pull up with no kids
when we in the booth, it’s all fact, don’t pull up with no fibs
i ain’t nowhere near it, ain’t no point in pullin’ up the grid
[verse 3: ak bandamont]
got lots of hoes, they love the kid, i got that sh+t on me
i got that stick on me, the glock 9, the whole clip loaded
huh, this n+gga mad i bought a sl+t, his main b+tch want it
i think with all i got, can’t get enough, and i can’t quit goin’
them n+ggas stay dyin’ of heart and they should quit goin’
a hundred thou’ two times the last six months, i got big motion
huh, i just swam in a b+tch guts, she got a thick ocean
i got two hoes that’s tryna f+ck right now, sh+t, i’ll pick both of ’em

[verse 4: babytron]
if you ain’t buyin’ one of these turkey bags, then don’t open ’em
and bein’ broke the biggest one, so you can’t even joke with us
pour an eight, slow it up, take an eighth, roll it up
you would think my wrist swolen up, you see that ice pack?
you can’t get your life back, you get one
so watch your mouth and use your manners ‘fore lil’ cuddy switch somethin’
it ain’t hurricane season, how you f+ck the bricks up?
dude, he said he f+cked my b+tch, i’m just thinkin’ which one?
i’m just thinkin’ what one?
said you shootin’ when you see us, i’m just thinkin’ what gun?
actin’ like you livin’ like that, i’m just thinkin’ what run?
i’m just thinkin’ like what hun’ you make?
think you up like the militia, i’m thinkin’ what drugs you take?

[verse 5: ak bandamont]
i just cut into a fiend like what drug you take?
bro slid down on the opps, what gun you take, and did you make it happen?
nowadays, my old b+tch see me, can’t believe, somehow i made her active
them boys run in the crib during gun smoke, ’cause they was scared of static
[chorus: babytron & ak bandamont]
tryna dodge a pair of shackles, whip a pterodactyl
me and brodie matchin’ terabytes, nah, we ain’t sharin’ apples
a hundred mill’, we all on and we can share a castle
spin lil’ buddy block and now he dead, they gotta get some candles (sheesh)
tryna dodge a pair of shackles, whip a pterodactyl
me and brodie matchin’ terabytes, nah, we ain’t sharin’ apples
a hundred mill’, we all on and we can share a castle
spin lil’ buddy block and now he dead, they gotta get some candles (sheesh)

- ak bandamont babytron lyrics

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