[Intro: AK Bandamont & Denzel Washington]
(Enrgy made this one)
AK Bandamont n***a
I get bands a lot n***a
See, you are what you are in this world (You know that, yeah)
That's either one of two things
Either you're somebody, or you're nobody. Be right back

[Verse: AK Bandamont]
When I hit the road, got white stuff in the seat, that's on the bible
If I make it snow, them hoes will be going crazy for a while
If that bitch say she don't feel safe, hittin' the road, then I should drive you
That lil' bitch said she ain't ever have the stuffs, said "You should try too."
Shoutout my pops, got fifty, ninety racks, so that's my idol
I've just seen the trap bust down a whole pound, with my eyes open
I just hit your hood and killed like ten opps, fuck a rival
You think your n***a crazy until he meet AK, he's suicidal
I've been selling dope legit for a few years, I used a flyer
And why she acting like my name Nick Cannon, and she Mariah?
You can't cut up my work, unless you do it precise, is you entitled?
I was in the church, not feeling the shit they say, fuck the Messiah
I've been cutting work nonstop, I'm off to eat, I can't retire
She keep actin' stupid, so I made her strip, she wear a wire
You gotta know that if you, ever try to jank me you a die-er
Or like a bitch she sniff through a blue bean to get higher
Yeah, she tryna to stay higher
I can make these plays and make six bands, I got great buyers
My dog was cooking up dope in the woods, he started eight fires
I was fucking while I was drivin', the wheels fell off, I had to change tires
I got my name higher
Made thirty seven this week, made 60 before I got a 'caine-pire
Hit this while I grab something to whip up lean, bro I ain't lying
It's funny when I make songs, I talk cash shit, but I ain't trying
Just broke the chopper down, now it's a drake, its a K child
Up the Glock and make you give up everything, and make you lay down
Just ran through a half pound a couple times, now I need eight pounds
Dropped, took a duece two times and poured a four, boy that's an eight-ounce
Shit back when it was petty, and made a fifty off a fake ounce
Up the Glock and shoot lil' dog two times, and made his face bounce
You ever woke up broke and need some cheese? So take a day out
Had to make a band before I head home, what's your day count?
Yeah, I'm with the mob n***a
Don't talk about some shit that you don't know, you might get lost in it
If you ever see him around them, just know that's my n***a
I got this fiend who sniff and work construction, look like Bob Builder
Don't ask to front, you n***as broke as shit, you know your spot n***a
I see you out, I'ma shoot at you off rip as soon as I spot n***as
Your bitch gave me neck, you wanna kill me, I'ma pop n***as
I pull it out, and put it in her jaw, like a popsicle
Shit, we all step on work, just tell me who did it
This bitch don't fucking care, she tryna to die, she love to shoot crystals
With my fiend [?], with the bald head look like Bruce willis
I was tryna stack my bread up to the roof, but I need two ceilings
[Outro: AK Bandamont, Idris Elba & Denzel Washington]
I need these fresh. 'Cause if I have to come back here and get you, you know what it is (We don't play that shit)
Tango. Where's my money? (You better have all that shit) Redtop gave you the package. You're supposed to be handing me my money. Here's a jar right here. Twenty percent
Oh you got the jar?
That's right
Get the fuck out of here-oh, what you gonna do? What the fuck you gonna do, Frank? Huh? What you doing? You gonna shoot me, in front of everybody? Huh? Come on