Billy Madison lyrics

[AK Bandamont, n*gga, I get bands a lot n*gga, you know that]

[Intro]
(I'm f*ckin' up the stove, I'm f*ckin' up the road...I'm tryna stuff a hoe!)

[Verse]
Uh, I'm f*ckin' up the stove, I really had to take a break from rap, I'm f*ckin' up the road
Just got the job, I left the road with Percs, I'm tryna stuff a hoe
Might take you to the set, when we touch down, get you a bubble coat
I can only serve to big buyers, she pulled 5 strips out on me, she want a seven, you a big liar
I taxed her for a G, she said its gone, she tryna get higher, I stripped the b*tch and slammed her on her sh*t, she had on 6 wires

sh*t, you just a kit buyer, she bought the slabs, I'm hittin' V for surely [?]
Aye, its asking two numbers, this b*tch done snatched the kids ten times I'm sick, this b*tch a Jew plumber
I can snatch the bands off rip, b*tch I'm a Jew hustler, b*tch said she finna bring a friend, just bring me two rubbers

I cut the drank ten times, its a bow, just give me two-hundred, I'll stretch a n*gga, on god a n*gga a hoe, cause he got blue [?]
We got a hundred-some straps low, b*tch this [?], my phone slappin' in rush hour trappin' bricks, b*tch this Jackie Chan
Locked me up, but couldn't get my print, I got plastic hands
She said she heard my song and now I'm on her, f*cked her on accident

Just walked in the trap, ran up five-thousand on accident
Feds hit the trap, flushed the work, it was extravagant
Pushed the whip down [?], bend four corners, now I'm on Madison
I got the dumb white fiend for two a G, I call him Madison
You can tell if, you can stretch the dog, if you check him right
I got my unk, tryna brick of Blade, I call him Wesley Snipes
I hit him for the low, then come back taxin', with a heavy price
My lil' cousin said "AK, dog, you know you live a Belly life?"

sh*t lil' cuz, I ain't even think of it, I know the streets flooded, I got the thing for the cocaine lovers
I sold 10 today, I made a set, got to throw Cain lovers
Watch your crib inside the morning, and then go kill him, now they stay over

I know a n*gga who kidneys bad so we ah trade organs
I'm ah drive a long way, send some kay, f*ck with Range Rover
b*tch is my fiend, he's fresh out rehab, I told him "Stay Sober"
He look healthy, I don't want to see him like this, for a day longer

Finna hit Florida, push the whip, out through Daytona
I'm tryna push the slabs, it's gone take long, unless I lay on them
Had a talk with my Dad, was whipping girl, he had a case on him
My cousin balling in Cali, I make bands off putting K's on him

Damn, I put some sh*t on him, just wired myself some sh*t while sitting down, I got a bin over
Some n*ggas gone go to work, some n*ggas gone flip bowlies
I was on the road, I wasn't hooping, but I got six trophies