Yeahhh, uhh, I'm a street nigga
I was in the trap, cookin up ice without no heat in it
Ak Bandamont Nigga! I get bands a lot nigga, you know that!
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Hah! I made a killin off the road, that lil bitch was talkin slick, I put my dick up in her throat
I got ten pints all high tec, I made a killin with this goo
I ain't even write my raps, I live the shit I wrote
I'm finna turn nigga to ashes when I spin up in a ghost
I was up a hunnid when they weren't givin out them loans
Give it the next six months, ima gone be givin out a home
N when I cook this pure ice, I ain't given out them stones
N' I ain't mad, I heard y'all tearin up them stores
I taking fed tests whilе you was wearin niggas clothes
Just hit the hood, I'm tryna cook a birdiе with a stove
She just popped a perc, while sippin henny she a hoe
And If I say that shit ,kentucky , She a go
If I hit the trap, just step on work, see the floor
I just bet a band on my trick dice to hit a four!
Cut it to a bitch, like whats ur credit is? Lets go and get these phones
Yeah! Like I'll pay it back
I just fucked a bitch to my new tape, she said play it back
She said she wanna try somethin new, "You can make the crack?"
Then I showed her a hunnid all blues, she had a pape attack
We gone jack you out you shit, thats a pape attack
Why do a statement on these niggas and say that they ain't a rat
I just got a new XD it got a cable mag
I've been in some shit I got out, cause them angels fast
When it comes to steppin on dope, we in first place
Hellcats ? let of shots and make the earth shake
When I dropped my first lil song I made the earthquake
Ten thousand beans on me, I made her stuff em, went the percs way
I know a nigga, he fiend, he got a perc tray
My dog been sellin dog, he said its hot, he rather serve drank
I finna sell them bitches whole, its a bird day!
Then Tie a nigga up, burn him alive, thats the worst way
Yeah!
We got the bag bouncin!
I made a quarter milly in half a year, I love trap houses
Just caught a nigga lackin of the drank and knocked the ack out him
This nigga veins fucked up from shootin up dope, it ain't a tap problem
My other fiend goin insane she got a cat problem
Dam this bitch pussy stank, she got a cat problem
I had a flashback to robbin a nigga in a black Honda
We was in dog hood, lurkin all night but did not spot em
Seen a nigga walk up down the street, then whipped out choppa
I creep on you up close, shoot thirteen out the black lama
I remember I wasn't tryna go to school, I'm on the block danglin
Bitch I'm in here tryna cook up crack, you hear the pots bangin
N Ill never sell my soul, bitch ill pop satan
You was in the school, tryna do work while I was Glock changin
I know the aspects of the game and I am not waitin
I'm finna hit the trap, cookin bricks so i can cop spaceship
Lil girly special, her credit high as my fiens and she ain't got babies
Servin bitch, beggin for the dope, think she got rabbies
They know I fucked the city up, I know the cops hate me
You prolly tryna go and sell blood, so you can cop AP
I just took of fast on the state troops n they did not chase me
Ill have my dawg back a nigga, like Jamal Davis
U be in stores starin at shit, u in the mall hatin
Ill go accross your top, with a bald taper
We was in the trap tryna cook dope using all razors
Watchu want? the molly weed dope we got all flavors
I just ? a bitch two times, she said shell call later
This bitch buy her drugs to save for later, she a ball saver
I'm finna go sell this slab, I'm doing fraud later
Lil dawg was talking tuff on the neat, he a fraud glater
I got three hoes and five percs, y'all can all take em
This nigga showing off charges on his story but they all basic
(Whisle!)
Pure Ice was written by AK Bandamont.
AK Bandamont released Pure Ice on Mon Apr 12 2021.