100 Bars lyrics

[Intro: AK Bandamont]
(Enrgy Beats)
Big AK Bandamont, n*gga, I get bands a lot, n*gga, you know that

[Verse 1: AK Bandamont]
Damn, I done dropped the K
You send shots, they fly straight in the air, well, mine's flyin' straight
I done whipped that pistol out on dog and shot him in his face
Glock 10 take a n*gga out to eat like it's tryna date
.45 quick to First 48 a n*gga after I pour an eight
Pop a bean, sip eight ounces of lean, sh*t, I might die today
My b*tch damn near thought I died last night, but I survived the drank
Hit the drank before we sealed the plastic, sh*t, you probably can't
Damn, that's embarrassin'
I done popped four pills a day, I'm out, I'll kill for medicine
f*ck around and robbed the 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 n*gga, scam him out his rent
My chopper Brown, sh*t like that n*gga Chris, get pressed into his lips
b*tch, I'ma die a legend
Sending shots, you catch 'bout four for free and you gon' die stressin'
This b*tch pus*y fit two ounces, she a nice stretcher
On my way to— I can't say his name, she need a nice gesture
This b*tch done took way more than what she need, I had a fight with her
I 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 Cary Christian cookin' up pies with me
I'm goated, n*gga, if you don't love the bands, then you can't ride with me
I'm goated, n*gga, if you ride with the opps, then you gon' die with 'em
b*tch, I'm a K user
My n*gga stole some guns from Toronto, b*tch, this Drac' music
My n*gga said he f*cked with "Who Fed," he made some plays to it
Cleaned my closet out before I f*cked her, these b*tches stay boostin'
Damn, these b*tches stay choosin'
She asked me could she f*ck, it ain't surprise me 'cause we stay coolin'
She asked me what I do for a livin', b*tch, I'm the state looter
You lied your age to shake the block pus*y, 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 shakin' n*ggas' box since I could read, so, n*gga, do the math
Ayy, b*tch, 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 spazzin', we don't do no chattin'
When your n*ggas' bodies drop, me and bro laughin'
Cut the drank on a n*gga two times, but I'm gon' tax him
This n*gga think he pullin' up to fight me, but I'm gon' whack him
You ever seen a n*gga tear up the block with a blow cannon?
[Verse 2: 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? n*gga, hit my line
Hundred-round drum, he tried to run, shot him sixty times
Ayy, what up, AK?
My fiend shootin' 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 the 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, b*tch, I hit it first, I feel like Ray J
Catch a beat and make a song and run, b*tch, I'm Tay-K
I got some killers out in Grand Rapids
Whack a n*gga, 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 sh*t like my pants saggin'
Twenty bands of twenties in my pocket why my pants baggy
Sensei when it come to hittin' bricks, b*tch, 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 di*k down her throat, b*tch 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 seen a n*gga lookin' crazy, then I probably shot him
In the country making hit songs, sellin' Miley Cyrus
I ain't lost, you see me lookin' off, then I'm probably plottin'
Look my name up, see activists like Tommy Robinson
Shoutout Al Capone
I'm a hustler, I had a dope house slappin' 'fore I had a phone
I'm humble, I'll knock a n*gga off, then smoke a fat Capone
Smokin' n*ggas is my new habit, I don't smoke Blacks no more
Rob a n*gga for his Cartis, put his glasses on
Drivin' 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
b*tch, I'm from the 810
Used to cut class, now I cut dope, b*tch, I ain't late no more
All I get is love, this sh*t weird, n*ggas 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 hittin' bricks
Make her lick my di*k 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 hittin' hit
Make a knife to cut this sh*t up on some prison sh*t