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letra de gun fashion 2 - ak bandamont

[intro]
ak bandamont, n-gga, i get bands a lot, n-gga
you know that

[verse]
i ain’t f-ckin’ with these cappin’-ass, backward-ass
never got no cash, you just a rattin’-ass n-gga
told him strap your nuts on, i threw a strap at the n-gga
better watch how you move, i get back at a pistol, ahh
watch how you move, them boys’d get you
i grew up with no sister, be done peeled dutch, this sh-t f-cked up my mental
put you in that room full of dope mixers, keep it confidential
unc’ keep beggin’ me to cop a job, i went and copped a pistol
everything i did wasn’t good, i robbed a lot of n-ggas
unc put me in that field at a young age and i popped a n-gga
i was only nine and dog was thirty, then i shot the n-gga
i won’t be no fool and get my last, the p-ssy poppin’ b-tches
p-ssy poppin’ b-tch do anything just to get attеntion
you was never special, you a stuffеr while i’m really with you
had this lil’ classy white b-tch, she always say, “i miss you”
a big ar pistol take out baxter with a thousand tissues
you n-ggas can’t stack, don’t go blow y’all bag
sh-t, if i hit the road, i’m bringin’ bullies back
i double stacked the stats a couple times, put ten thousand back
i don’t believe your talk, boy, you a fed, f-ck your thousand pack
i love my lil’ hoes who stay boostin’
the feds had me on feet and i took off on the k unit
i shot the msu just to make plays, i was a play student
when i hit carolina, it’s only right my name k newton
we on they ass, i bet you they clueless
i’ll send a warrant, but it’s gon’ come in six straight bullets
they look at me and gang, the real-life demons, they had to stay human
dog b-tch a big angel, keep the k’s, guess i’m an ape shooter
i ain’t steppin’ to no civil gang
i took some ice and shook it with some hard, b-tch, this crystal ‘caine
i knew a midget f-ck the jewelers up, i call him lil mane
your ice ain’t even fire, i be embarrassed to take that lil’ chain
i’ma take a trip, gon’ pay respect with a pilgrim stain
a fiend’ll f-ck both his arms up, he tryna build a vein
crazy part, he sold his crib to shoot up dog, he think he still the same
i’m [?] hurt, put inside a clip, you wanna feel my pain?
i’ve been big stackin’
i’m sick they took my favorite cousin out, i ball like big havoc
you n-ggas run up a thousand and get it took, that’s how you quit stackin’
i picked your hoes up and hit they credit for phones, b-tch, i get active
i be on point, this ain’t done rappin’
i’ll b-tch slap you, take your b-tch to lunch laughin’
make her get a group of friends together, start a gun pageant
b-tch pulled a stick on me, i won’t give her d-ck, she went to gun madness

- ak bandamont

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