100 Bars

(album: Maintaining Drug Houses - 2019)

[AK Bandamont:]
(Enrgy Beats)
Big AK Bandamont, nigga, I get bands a lot, nigga, you know that

I done dropped the K
You send shots, they fly straight in the air, well, mines flying straight
I done whipped that pistol out on dog and shot him in his face
Glock 10 take a nigga out to eat like it's tryna date
Four-five quick to first four-eight a nigga after I pour an eight
Pop a bean, sip eight ounces of lean, shit, I might die today
My bitch damn near thought I died last night, but I survived the drank
Hit the drank before we sealed the plastic, shit, you probably can't
Damn, that's embarrassing
I done popped four pills a day, I'm out, I'll kill for medicine
Fuck around a robbed a white house for a stash of bricks
'Cause they flooded the streets with bricks and guns way back in '86
My dog just hit me up, he got like eighty bricks
But he stepped them hoes too many times, he got like maybe six
I'll Teejayx6 a nigga, scam him out his rent
My chopper Brown, shit like that nigga Chris, get pressed into his lips
Bitch, I'ma die a legend
Sending shots, you catch 'bout four for free and you gon' die stressing
This bitch pussy fit two ounces, she a nice stretcher
On my way to I can't say her name, she needed night checking
This bitch done took way more than what she need, I had a fight with her
Beat her ass and kicked her out the whip next to the night 'spital
Whip the socks for three hours straight, now she gon' die crippled
Love my opps, they always with somebody who gon' die with 'em
Free Lil Dub, used to hit punches, jugg slides with him
You was out in [?] [1 12:] cooking up pies with me
I'm gunning, nigga, if you don't load up bands, then you can't ride with me
I'm gunning, nigga, if you ride with the opps, then you gon' die with 'em
Bitch, I'm a K user
My nigga stole some guns from Toronto, bitch, this Drake music
My nigga said he fucked with "Who Fed", he made some plays to it
Cleaned my closet out before I fucked her, these bitches stay boosting
Damn, these bitches stay choosing
She asked me could she fuck, it ain't surprise me 'cause we stay cooling
She asked me what I do for a living, bitch, I'm the state ruler
You lied your age to shake the block, pussy, but you a fake shooter
My brother asked me for a deuce and I smacked his ass
My mom asked for a thousand, I gave it to her, but it made me sad
I Glad wrapped the work and hit the stash, then I made it back
Been shaking niggas' box since I could read, so nigga, do the math
Ayy, bitch, I'm a cut master
You take too long to mix, pass it to me, you know I cut faster
Dog threw me a brick, that's a book, I'm in a dumb chapter
Up the blicky on you when I'm spazzing, we don't do no chatting
When your niggas' bodies drop, me and bro laughing
Cut the drank on a nigga two times, but I'm gon' tax him
This nigga think he pulling up to fight me, but I'm gon' whack him
You ever seen that nigga tear up the block with a blow cannon?

[Rio Da Yung Og:]
What up
Damn, we on a different time
Thought he bought a pint, but this ain't that, bruh, I just hit a five
Oh, you wanna buy some hit dope? Nigga, hit my line
Hundred round drum, he tried to run, shot him sixty times
Ayy, what up, AK?
My fiend shooting, boy, but he don't nod, he been up eight days
Not only do he shoot, he can really get high eight ways
The dog got him jumping on a car, I call him Day Day
I make him spend eleven hun' or better every payday
When I leave the crib, I take my Glock, but the K stay
You bought some dope, but bitch, I hit it first, I feel like Ray J
Catch a beat and make a song and run, bitch, I'm Tay-K
I got some killers out in Grand Rapids
Whack a nigga, tie his body up, then Saran wrap him
The first eight of red I drunk was with my granddaddy
Up the Glock, I can't run for shit like my pants sagging
Twenty bands of twenties in my pocket why my pants baggy
Sensei when it come to hitting bricks, bitch, I'm a grandmaster
Knocked his head off on Saginaw, then went to Grand Traverse
But I'll put this Glock down and box, all hand action
I just bought some clean dope, I'm 'bout to molly wop it
Stuck my whole dick down her throat, bitch lollipopped it
Before I drink some lean, I gotta take an OxyContin
Told the plug, "Meet me at the store," then somebody robbed him
If you see a nigga looking crazy, then I probably shot him
In the country making hit songs, selling Miley Cyrus
I ain't lost, you see me looking off, then I'm probably plotting
Look my name up, see activists like Tommy Robinson
Shoutout Al Capone
I'm a hustler, I had a dope house slapping 'fore I had a phone
I'm humble, I'll knock a nigga off, then smoke a fat Capone
Smoking niggas is my new habit, I don't smoke Blacks no more
Rob a nigga for his Cartis, put his glasses on
Driving Hellcats all through the winter, cut the traction on
Pockets chubby now, it was my belly, I ain't fat no more
Caught a body at my first performance, I don't rap no more
Bitch, I'm from the 810
Used to cut class, now I cut dope, bitch, I ain't late no more
All I get is love, this shit weird, niggas don't hate no more?
Got a pint, I'm finna drink a twelve, but I'm saving four
Shoutout to 616
Big bro said his knuckles swole, he been hitting bricks
Make her lick my dick for two hours, then go hit a lick
Drink the lean and chase it with the pop, I take different sips
You went OT to swipe a card, we take different trips
I went to Cali' for some weed, but I'ma deal with 'scripts
Buy some cut dope, then stretch it out, I be hitting hit
Make a knife to cut this shit up on some prison shit