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4 minutes of hell Lyrics by AK Bandamont

Mr.Firebomb

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[Intro: AK Bandamont]
Yeah
AK Bandamont nigga
Yeah, ha
[Verse: AK Bandamont]
We shot off in a Hellcat to buy some dog, I'm finna grab it pale
I was running red lights and breaking laws, I couldn't imagine twelve
I was doing fraud, my MacBook caught on fire, I'm finna grab a Dell
My little cousin be beating his mama ass, lil brodie bad as hell
Bitch stepped into a party with Drac', extended, lil brodie packaged well
Brought girly to the trenches to show her something, she said her dad in jail
I was hitting it from the back, broke her backbone because her back is frail
They sat my nigga down, he caught a body but he ain't grab the shells
I cut down on the drank, quit takin' Percs because the feelin' hell
I started whippin' Karo, servin' fake pints, I love to seal the sale
Come have a sit-down with me and learn a lesson, if it sells, it sells
You'd probably let a snake cross your head but it's still a L
Come on, we're on your block but it's a different reel
All that loose tough talk don't mean shit because we'll get them spilt
Little girly be getting freaky wearin' [?], I'm finna get a [?]
I'm tryna fuck a nigga mom, I'ma get a MILF
Damn bro, you ain't hit it right so put some more in it
If you ain't talking about hitting the road or stuffing up then I got no interest
I made a dirty dub fuckin up sites I had no intention
[Refrain: AK Bandamont]
I'm finna take the hood through hell just give me four minutes
We sliding in a long sleeve, lil brodie driving but lil bro spitting
I'm walking through the mall shopping, giving one nod, Lil bro tripping
We got bulletproofs attached to the whip, because we got more chicken
[Verse: AK Bandamont]
We gonna shoot that nigga brain until his pulse stops, he got no condition
They find him in a box nine months later, that's his [?] condition
I was the first inside my city doing this shit, and all hope is lifted
I was going to take a trip down south, but the road is wicked
I be knocking out teeth, applying pressure like I know the dentist
I be sitting in the lab cooking up crack, they must know we chemist
Y'all say smoke, we show up at your door like a Jehovah's Witness
We'll cocktail your crib and quarantine it like the corona sickness
My doggy in LA just called me up, he taking over pimpin
My dog in 313 just called me up, he love to do extortions
Little girly tripping, I shot her in her stomach because she don't do abortions
My fiend tripping, he mad I cut the dope, he wanted fewer portions
This nigga ratting, he'll sting your trap house, here go a [?] for you
Yeah, you better clean it out
That bitch was eating the dick, bust in her throat she had to clean it out
The feds done flicked a nigga, I bent two corners, then I'm fleeing out
I'ma alley-oop a brick and dunk it twice, Gilbert Arenas style
If my dog pass me the brick, then I'ma slam it down
I'll probably drive it to you to dodge indictment, I can't mail it out
This bitch triflin' let her eat the dick but I can smell her mouth
You better watch your trace moving dope because they'll trail it out
You better watch your trace serving fiends because they'll set you up
Just bought a thousand pack, it's so [?]
My doggy home from prison, he love killing, I'm finna vest him up
Little girly got mob intentions, she love stuffing, she a special slut
Just rolled a lil L of this opp pack so this is special Dutch
I say I'm taking the hood on a little journey, this just level one
We party packin', step into my trap for a festival drug
I was selling pills in 015, what an incredible run
Damn, the pinks say grab em'
Name a nigga 19 close to a M, I'm kingpin status
I'm sick as hell, I dropped a lobster tail on my Mink jacket
Was arguing, I said I was gonna kill her brother but we agreed after
I remember drinking green like it was water, I had a green bladder
I met that nigga y'all think tough, I don't believe rappers
I be hearin' niggas songs knowin' they perpin', so I believe cappers
I knew that shit was cap before I heard it, so I bleed cappers
Don't let the dope sit, because you'll start smelling it
My dog been dodging jakes for 30 years, he a star felon
I was cookin' up fake ice, letting it freeze, then it start melting
We seen the ups and downs of this hoe shit, but still we aren't selfish
I know a nigga who came across a lick, but then he got selfish
He was not [?], then he got [?]
My dog just plugged me in with a tray line, this is not Delta
My fiends in Alabama blowin' on dope, but this is not [?]
We head-on collision hittin' dope but we don't got helmets
They seen me run up 50 by myself, then they got jealous
My dog was in the hood fuckin up Presley, but this is not Elvis
These are F&Ns, gonna shoot out the FN, but these are not pellets
I'm sitting in Hell's kitchen, its hot as fuck like a fresh biscuit
Just got these two new [?] overseas, they got fresh [?]
I'ma kill a rapper and leave it to his mans, he got dead lyrics
Little girly freaky, she love sucking the dick, she got head spirit
I be hearing voices in my head, I got head spirits
The devil was tryna take me to the crossroads, but I ain't damn near it
I'm flying in a Hellcat on a silk road, and I ain't dare steerin' it
The evil tryna get inside my head, but I can't hear them
[Refrain: AK Bandamont]
I'm finna take the hood through hell just give me four minutes
We sliding in a long sleeve, lil brodie driving but lil bro spitting
I'm walking through the mall shopping, giving one nod, Lil bro tripping
We got bulletproofs attached to the whip, because we got more chicken
I'm finna take the hood through hell just give me four minutes
We sliding in a long sleeve, lil brodie driving but lil bro spitting
I'm walking through the mall shopping, giving one nod, Lil bro tripping
We got bulletproofs attached to the whip, because we got more chicken

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