8 Track lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
[?] Gang, n*gga
f*ck these n*ggas talkin’ bout?
Hunnid on me now, n*gga
Big choppa, n*gga
What?

[AK Bandamont: Verse 1]
AK Bandamont, n*gga, uh
I got the yop on me this a 8 track
[?] let it sing for 30 minutes to let it play back (Blatt)
b*tch, I can make crack
Know a dawg who could make Act’
[?] and kicked her to the curb, this b*tch a straight cat

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Ol’ brick of white power, it look like Ajax
Like how he rap and got a studio, but I got 8 traps? (Iced Out Records)
Just got a rose gold bracelet, it cost me 8 racks
But they ain’t really livin’ what they rap, these n*ggas straight cap

[Verse 3: AK Bandamont]
[?] middle school on me, sit you down, give you a state test
Got a lil’ [?] on me, [?] 37, his last name Mark Jack
[?] block of dog, b*tch bend it off, I made her arch back
This b*tch a arch vet
I paint her, sh*t, I’m Art Van (Blatt)
[?] all-white Scat, I paint his sh*t, I left his car red
[?] demons who study Islam, bruh, I’m a smart man
[?] precise, boy, you a dart-head
400 plus made 20 times, few times serving the cart-heads
[Verse 4: Icewear Vezzo]
Popped another school bus, b*tch, I’m a bar-head
A gang member, I be in that jungle like i’m Tarzan
n*ggas still sendin’ lean (Lin) but we got hard in (Harden)
Foreign rider, only drive the sh*t you push-to-start in
Every time a n*gga drop, I raise the murder rate
Half-dropped the other half-row, I really serve [?]
Shady n*ggas, we was robbin’, either servin’ shake
Up the heater, hit him with that Glocky, let it burn his face

[Verse 5: AK Bandamont]
I told my fein, “It’s 2 needles for 1, I’m giving shoe special”
You pulled up quick, [?] she need a new pedal
I’ll let you ice yo’ kit, then take yo’ sh*t, you need a new bezel
I handed her a pint, she tongue-kissed it, this b*tch too special
I just got the chop’ with 2 joysticks, she wanna play it with me
This b*tch told me pregnant, I punched her gut like, “b*tch, don’t play wit me”
I’m funna power-push the Cat, it got a great engine
I hit her from the back, f*cked up the cat, I seen her face lifter (I seen her face lifted)

[Verse 6: Icewear Vezzo]
I just got a dry belly, it got a K in it
That same .40 that I upped on ‘em, I caught a case wit it
Naw, they won’t come to my hood, cuz they ain’t safe in it
Another hunnid K to the safe, but ain’t no space in it (Ain’t nowhere to put it)
I just bought 50 choppas just to hand ‘em out
f*ck the oops, rather catch ‘em lackin’, we don’t plan it out (b*tch)
f*ck around and come AK like I’m Bandamont
.40 on me with a .30 and it got it standin’ out (Thirty)
Uh
[Verse 7: AK Bandamont]
Them [?] be 10, I jus’ bought 80
I’ll [?] you off a hunnid soon as I bought ‘em, b*tch I’m Tom Brady
Years ago, my cousin took my lean and came across Satan
I left the crib and came back with a ‘chop, like why is dawg playin’?
I’ll take one shot and put you in a box, and look where dawg land
You n*ggas sell the gram then scale it out, like what is dawg weighin’?
And I’ll never sell my soul, I could sign Satan
And throw him on the block with half a pound and have the block bangin’
(Hold on, I ain’t gon’ say that)
sh*t, I said I could sign Satan
And feed him to the wolves on [?] Road, them boys are not playin’
This b*tch must’ve been high, she saw me [?], she thought she saw 8
[?] 50 pounds I bought, I made 10 bands, I’m selling all eighthies (I’m selling all eighthies)
All eighthies, n*gga