[Intro: AK Bandamont]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Woo, yeah
(Elijah)
AK Bandamont, n***a, yeah
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

[Verse 1: AK Bandamont]
Huh, just popped a pill, I'm finna OD with this pistol
My n***as reckless, they be OD in them trenches
Now they call me Pat Mahones, I'm quarterbackin' all them chickens
9 a.m., come get an egg muffin with a biscuit
Lil' buddy should've ducked, they seen his head, bust it, he was slippin'
Lil' girly set him up, should put your bread up, we come and get it
The bullets hit his head, don't run, he was trippin'
My granny kicked me out 'cause I cooked drugs inside her kitchen
I fucked girly where I cook, she fell in love inside her kitchen
I ain't barely go to school, 'cause I was runnin' with them gremlins
They only leave the crib with guns and masks on, them n***as villains
Don't even pick my phone up, right now, I'm sprintin' to the millions
Huh, just got a call, I was loaded
It was bro, he caught another case, they got him stuck in holding
I done smoked a pound, my lungs hurt, this shit potent
I'm off a pint of blood, I'm tryna drive this bitch focused

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'm tryna hit raw, fuck a Magnum and a Trojan
I got eleven for the low, this DeMar DeRozan
Every time somebody die, they blame us, I don't know how they know it
I sold a lil' n***a a switch, he ain't even know how to blow it
Went and got a Scat Pack, wide body, this bitch fast, efficient
I'm OT with the baddest bitches, I'm in Lansing pimpin'
You don't wanna make me your boyfriend, I'm the trashest n***a
Made my bitch finesse a n***a whole pocket, picked the saddest n***a
We gettin' that chicken in, bitch, like this Popeyes
Everything I speak be spicy, bag of hot fries
Every time a n***a next to me, he get outshined
My bitch think I'm fibbin' about fuckin', I am not lyin'
Make a bitch family happy, hah, what's y'all Croc sizes?
Opp done died at dinner, he was out dining
That bitch goin', "Eeh, eeh," I got the 'Cat cryin'
Slide down the street, you would think that was a baby was cryin'
[Verse 3: AK Bandamont]
The trep be out the way, but always trappin', 'cause daily, I'm grindin'
I just broke a bitch heart, she always sad, on the daily, I'm lyin'
Bro just did a drill, it's gon' take the whole Navy to find him
It might seem like I don't care, but just think, 'cause maybe I'm tryin'
We had him rollin' on them skates, he on thin ice
I just run up fifty blues, I just went to sell a zip white
I made a bitch fall in love, she say I hit it right
You can probably cut it with it, too, if you hit it right

[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
One subject, two books, that's the college rule
I teach all my hoes what and what not to do
One of my hoes is super dumb, I taught that bitch how to tie her shoe
He was in a two-seater, I got to shootin', I done charged his coupe
And he wasn't doin' no donuts
I don't like to share none of my bitches, I keep my hoes tucked
I ain't had shit to rap about, I kept my fours tucked
Don't nobody want your bitches like the high Dunks