letra de jackie chan - ak bandamont & babytron
[intro]
(ooh, sh-t, what the f-ck, daniel?)
(it’s bluestrip, baby)
[verse 1: babytron]
ak wearin’ ski goggles in the spot cuttin’ ice
i can slide a rental out of enterprise or punch a flight
if he scuff these new dior kicks, send him up to christ
i don’t drink alcohol, but i’d love a sprite
too blowed, let me cheer you with some pumpkin spice
how i’m feelin’, f-ck around and go to hutch tonight
put that lil’ dub away, you don’t crunch, that’s light
ahki crazy, if he get up close, gon’ have you duckin’ knives
[verse 2: ak bandamont]
and have you duckin’ pipes, i throw my gloves on when i be cuttin’ white
don’t like crazy, they send me out in pub’ like you my cousin, right?
doggybone went back and got robbed, he wasn’t hustlin’ right
hm, he might not make it to the morning, i brought a gun to fight
doggy talkin’ like he cut, he really a b-tch, he just a bunch of hype
i brought girly to the crib, but i ain’t pipe, i want tongue tonight
i left crib with the beam attached to the glocky, can’t run tonight
this b-tch sober for a week, and call my phone, she want drugs tonight
[verse 3: babytron]
it’s thirty for a verse, fifty for a show, i love this life
best believe them b-tches ’round if you don’t see a gun in sight
overdid the drank while i was drivin’, now i’m runnin’ lights
buffies on my face, they caucasian like a cup of rice
[verse 4: ak bandamont]
this b-tch told me i was wrong and she was hardly right
run through a bag and buy a bunch of ice, i’m sellin’ bobby white
right now i’m off the yerc’, i see a couple sky ’cause i’m so f-ckin’ high
dog was high for a minute, but it ain’t sh-t ’cause he gon’ f-ckin’ die
[verse 5: babytron & ak bandamont]
hm, mike amiris with the b-tton fly
r.i.p. my baby mauri, i might switch up to the number nines
brodie almost got a fight and changed the number to a nine
they got brodie in that prison, in the gutter where it’s slime
arps spittin’ like it got an underbite
i’m tryna put phones in her name, i’m finna f-ck her right
brodie in the gym, he tryna get his jumper right
i’m trippin’ off the pills, keep on tryna get a stutter right
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