The Band Father lyrics

[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 di*k, 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