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letra de the band father - ak bandamont

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

[verse]
i ain’t tryna sip no green today so i’m act’ pourin’
i was at her crib, not tryna f-ck, so i’m act’ snorin’
you the type that she ask to buy her somethin’, you’d act poor
i done shot a n-gga from eighty yards and hit his backboard
we was robbin’ n-ggas runnin’ through cribs, hittin’ backdoors
then doggy bone got set up by his b-tch, we call it “backdoored”
his mind shootin’ up dope one hall away, it’s a sad story
and it’s f-cked up he the one who sold it to her and the bag shorted
how this b-tch bangin’ my line askin’ for the dog? i got crack for her
i’ll get you that for half the price, i’m a crack loaner
i done stuck a n-gga up, took his bands off him with a black 40
i just sold a n-gga a cocaine pill, we call it “crack 40”
i just took a couple l’s, and now i’m back focused
i was hittin’ this b-tch from the back, put out a black on her
then hit the lab to cook up dope, i’m a crack coder
i’d nеver step in your traphouse, i see rats on it
thеn i let her ride the d-ck, she got attached on it
i threw a muzzle on the chop, it got attached on it
i taught my lil’ cuz how to whip crack, it feel glad, don’t it?
this lil’ b-tch kinda act bougie, but she mad open
mixed the percocet with hi-tech slush in a fast moment
she done shot a gram up twice, had a fast coma
i can’t even catch a plane ’cause the bag aroma
how lil’ n-ggas trip, it’s stuck in the ways, i’ll grab the stollies
i can’t f-ck a dog, he in his hood with a rat emoji
i knew that b-tch was tryna f-ck, she sent a cat emoji
i taught her how to stack a hundred twice, she glad she know me
i don’t just be talkin’ in these raps, come and get to know me
back in ‘015, two bands a day when i was gettin’ bowlies
where i’m from, you catch a body, you might get a trophy
them boys not tryna go to school and i’ll stick ’em on you
just hit a slab and i made it lock up on me, this a different holy
i just got two glocks, one named zach, this a different cody
this b-tch just ran up on me, gave me a hug and she ain’t even know me
i catch a body by myself, i don’t need a cody
i just ran a n-gga pockets, took everything, and he ain’t even owe me
b-tch, i cut the ice in a fast minute while you did it slowly
why the f-ck you get your first lil’ ten bands and go and get a rollie?
i [?] him out and took his watch, then he curled up, he a rolly-polly
then i showed this b-tch granny a hundred bands, she said, “holy moly”
i was hittin’ ice with the white, b-tch, holy moly

- ak bandamont

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