[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]
I just poured another pint, I keep on starin' at the top
Gotta watch the way I move, right now I'm starin' at the chop
I can have a gun store with bro, we sharin' all them Glocks
A thousand shells found on one street, we spared them other blocks
I just poured a pint of Wock', got ice on, and I'm with Krispy
Blew a fifty just to get a case closed, I'm gettin' busy
Fill the Drac' up with a sixty, spin with it, gettin' busy
Threw a sixty in the drain, bitch, when I blow, I'm hittin' Nicki
Bro outside opp shoppin', he be shootin', real n***a
The nina only wanna hit heads, it's real picky
Free that n***a Tone 'cause he was in the fed with me
I always keep the pills with me, raise the price and kill city
My one slut can't even go a day without me, real clingy
She got a Coke-bottle shape with slim waist and real titties
Duck your head, 'cause I just bought a mini chop with real titties
N***a ain't throwin' shots without me throwin' back, we real frisky
I said, "I need your card to clear these bank checks" and she ain't think about it
Ten thousand pills on me, still speedin', guess I ain't think about it
Yeah, if you really in the streets, then know your way around it
Now, while I breathe this smoke, I fill my lungs up with marijuana
I'm finna fuck two twin freaks, I'm finna tear this condom
My granny dumb, she told me get a job when I be gettin' thousands
I love them big 7.62s 'cause they be clearin' houses
I hate when the feds come 'cause they be clearin' houses
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
N***a pulled up, want me to bless him, but I am not no Christian
My bitch kids hungry, they want chicken, but I am not gon' fix it
You better call your daddy, lil' fucker, that is not my business
I'm hittin' the wall in her pussy, but I keep on diggin'
I'm out of town with four college hoes at a track meet
No, me and my n***as don't sell guns, we just stack heats
Like I'm a hater, I fucked your hat up on the backstreet
Police took two of 'em from me, I'm on my last heat
You was a ho in high school, boy, how is you thuggin'?
In ninth grade, I had three-for-tens, I had my house jumpin'
Under the influence, drunk, tryna shoot, you just got lucky
Pick the bossest n***a in your clique and turn him to my flunky
You a nasty n***a, you would fuck a junkie
Don't discriminate, support Trump, I'll serve a hunky
I got him stabbed in the feds, my cousin was his bunky
You ain't never got no cheese, you ain't never got no money
Walk him down in designer, they thought they seen Saks Fifth shootin'
I love them old bitches, yeah, I'm on my tenth cougar
Off a Perc' fuckin' while Netflix goin', we on our sixth movie
I want ten-seventeen for this half a 'bow, but I am not with Gucci
Went and dropped TRX, I fucked around and threw them Rambo Ruccis
I really used to fuck with Webbie, I wasn't no fan of Boosie
In a double-M movin' the bag from Michigan to Massachusetts
Bitch, KrispyLife, n***a
We gon' do it just like that