[Intro]
Uh, yeah, AK Bandamont, nigga
Who ever knew doing wrong feels so right? (Doing wrong feel so right, hah)
Got that shit on ice, yeah (Yeah)
Livin' in the wrong, hope this shit goes right, my dog got that shit on ice
Yeah, AK Bandamont, nigga, hope it go right
[Verse 1]
My dog stuck, the court system is crucial, hope it go right
He on twenty-three and one, he got two opps [?]
He told me to go find the opps and kill 'em all, move smooth with Snow White
I'ma catch 'em all at once and kill 'em all, it'll be so nice
[Chorus]
Damn, I got a killin' in my shoebox
This nigga tried to rob me, I stomped him out, he got a shoe now
We was probably fightin' niggas back in the day who we gon' shoot now
I had a dream that me and my opp cousin had a shootout
[Verse 2]
Thе first one left him dead, hе hit the ground, well, he can't shoot now
You ain't really trap-life livin' when you ain't spendin' what I blew pounds
I seen a flying angel, it was a slab, then it flew down
So I jumped in my bag, flyin in a 'Cat, damn near flew down
I don't need the Glock, I customize shellcatchers, it's a ten-round
My dog be in the hood tryna say shit 'cause he a brick scout
Your family broke as shit, your life fucked up, y'all in a lent house
I'm finna call the gang and tell 'em meet, lets have a sit-down
Damn, we made a killin' at the sit-down
So I hit the crib and start cookin' by myself, I hope it hit now
My fiend trippin', he said he hit the crib, he said his wrist wild
This bitch trippin', said she flushed my dope, its gon' get foul
She sick I took a L and bounced back quick, it was six ounces
Really, that ain't shit to what I got now, I'm up big profits
Just touch down from AZ with thirty pounds, I can't sit, stop it
I'm finna vacuum-seal these pounds, fuck Ziploc'ing
I'm finna vacuum-seal these pounds, I'm finna RoadRun it
I'm headed to the Bay with white girl on me, so it's snow coming
Let this nigga hit the slab a couple times, I had bro jumpin'
Had to cut some niggas off a couple times, I know it's more coming
We gon' be good when the soft set 'cause we did more hustlin'
If they sit you in that room, don't tell 'em shit, 'cause they don't know nothing
I remember trappin' all day, fuckin rat hoes inside an old bucket
[?], if I ain't got drank, then I got no stomach
[Chorus]
Damn, I got a killin' in my shoebox
This nigga tried to rob me, I stomped him out, he got a shoe now
We was probably fightin' niggas back in the day who we gon' shoot now
I had a dream that me and my opp cousin had a shootout
[Verse 2]
Just took over his spot some months ago and it's still in closure
My doggy on parole said fuck the law 'cause he still a holder
Just whacked a nigga, but no body was found, but he still a donor
I taught girly how to cook up molly snow with a simple potion
And we can take 'em 'cross the border with a simple motion
I been lockin up white, sellin' to slaves, it sound civil, don't it?
Put one bag to the side, the angel dust, just put a little on it
I'm tryna stash a quarter-M, I bought a ceiling for it
Every time I stack a ten, I get a new chop
And give it the next three months, them niggas dead, we need some new opps
And we really the ones livin' that shit, so tell me who not
My Drac' freaky, she love fartin' a lot, she love to shoot shots
If they pull me over, its gon' be a standoff and I'ma shoot cops
Yop, yeah, and I'ma shoot cops
My bitch trippin', she said I'm going to hell, like, "Why you shoot a cop?"
'Cause [?], you'll get killed for being a stupid guy (Hah)
Yeah, I can't be stupid. I gotta be fluent, don't think he human
They be watching my back every two seconds, I'ma keep movin'
And I'ma keep movin'
[Chorus]
Damn, I got a killin' in my shoebox
This nigga tried to rob me, I stomped him out and he got a shoe now
We was prolly fightin' niggas back in the day, we gon' shoot now
I had a dream that me and my opp cousin had a shootout
