
ak bandamont - subway lyrics
[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
ayy, this that one, sav
ak bandamont, b+tch, i get bands a lot, b+tch
[verse]
good look on this beat, sav
i stuffed the three bags, then weeks later, the b+tch in rehab
i finessed my lil’ cousin out of three bags
i could’ve took three stacks and left you broke, you better be glad
i f+ck around with b+lls and put ’em in hoops, b+tch, i’m t mack
my n+gga hit ten zips the other day and made thirteen racks
n+ggas, they never put in work like when you cheat class
i know some fiends who hear a testers and start to breathe crack
sh+t, now it’s not so bleeding
i f+cked her mouth for thirty minutes straight, now her tonsils bleeding
ctg, way out of backwoods, i’ma fronto leaf it
k!ll a n+gga while sittin’ in church with granny, you is not no dеmon
now my hoes in stare
it’s two pints in this two liter, can’t fit morе in here
i filled the room up with all blues, but ain’t no crips in here
i cooked some sh+t up with my nephew and it look crystal clear
go tell the hams this ice, i made a k!llin’ off a chandelier
i whipped the stick on him and took off runnin’, left his mans in fear
hit a l!ck, my dog posted with dragon, we got bandagear
bro get to blastin’, murder rounds out that cannon, had this b+tch for years
ho, i be beat spinnin’
lil’ dog can’t aim from far, but hit up close, i call him ben simmons
if you sellin’, gotta hit your guns to see if they hit different
you cop a bag, pay somethin’ i hit a test ’cause you a b+tch n+gga
took it out the freezer, it started meltin’, had to refridge it
we ain’t gotta go and find these n+ggas, they gon’ keep snippin’
you think i ain’t hit that sh+t i hit? you must be hittin’
oh, y’all thought i was done?
i pop him in this whip, how n+ggas done like why you got a lung?
f+cked an opp, i f+cked his b+tch ten times, and lace his only son
they finna take his kid away and they only one
heard he was trappin’, have my cousin take his only bun
n+gga, i’ll b+tch slap you and take that 41
unc’ a lil’ hitman until this day, he forty+one or somethin’
don’t brag about home invasion when she finally kicked the door for once
i was chill, makin’ bands runnin’ through cribs and did it more than once
unc’ movin’ some sh+t that might just k!ll you if you snort it up
and if it was ever smoke, i hit my drawer for guns
i’m runnin’ out of patience, i got cheese to get informants touched
i need an antipsychotic
finna drop a n+gga broad day, pop three xans and go blow chronic
if my dreads grew long when i caught bodies, i’d be bob marley
the dog i robbed done d+mn near stomped to death over some fraud cartis
i know a n+gga stretchin’ hardb+lls
sh+t, i was used to trap and made ten off credit card fraud
chop’ll knock a group of n+ggas down like when you bowling ball
i shoot accurate with this b+tch, i could blow a frog
ran through ten fiends checked, that was a monday
sh+t, who want gunplay? i shoot your car up on one way
i’m what you need, ten of ’em wrapped, meet me at subway
i brung the choir to a n+gga granny on a sunday
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