[Lyric] Pure Ice (AK Bandamont)

Yeahhh, uhh, I'm a street nigga
I was in the trap, cookin up ice without no heat in it

Ak Bandamont Nigga! I get bands a lot nigga, you know that!
(Shhh)x3

Hah! I made a killin off the road, that lil bitch was talkin slick, I put my dick up in her throat
I got ten pints all high tec, I made a killin with this goo
I ain't even write my raps, I live the shit I wrote
I'm finna turn nigga to ashes when I spin up in a ghost

I was up a hunnid when they weren't givin out them loans
Give it the next six months, ima gone be givin out a home
N when I cook this pure ice, I ain't given out them stones

N' I ain't mad, I heard y'all tearin up them stores
I taking fed tests whilе you was wearin niggas clothes
Just hit the hood, I'm tryna cook a birdiе with a stove
She just popped a perc, while sippin henny she a hoe

And If I say that shit ,kentucky , She a go
If I hit the trap, just step on work, see the floor
I just bet a band on my trick dice to hit a four!
Cut it to a bitch, like whats ur credit is? Lets go and get these phones
Yeah! Like I'll pay it back
I just fucked a bitch to my new tape, she said play it back
She said she wanna try somethin new, "You can make the crack?"
Then I showed her a hunnid all blues, she had a pape attack

We gone jack you out you shit, thats a pape attack
Why do a statement on these niggas and say that they ain't a rat
I just got a new XD it got a cable mag

I've been in some shit I got out, cause them angels fast
When it comes to steppin on dope, we in first place
Hellcats ? let of shots and make the earth shake
When I dropped my first lil song I made the earthquake
Ten thousand beans on me, I made her stuff em, went the percs way
I know a nigga, he fiend, he got a perc tray
My dog been sellin dog, he said its hot, he rather serve drank

I finna sell them bitches whole, its a bird day!
Then Tie a nigga up, burn him alive, thats the worst way

Yeah!
We got the bag bouncin!
I made a quarter milly in half a year, I love trap houses
Just caught a nigga lackin of the drank and knocked the ack out him
This nigga veins fucked up from shootin up dope, it ain't a tap problem
My other fiend goin insane she got a cat problem
Dam this bitch pussy stank, she got a cat problem
I had a flashback to robbin a nigga in a black Honda
We was in dog hood, lurkin all night but did not spot em
Seen a nigga walk up down the street, then whipped out choppa
I creep on you up close, shoot thirteen out the black lama
I remember I wasn't tryna go to school, I'm on the block danglin
Bitch I'm in here tryna cook up crack, you hear the pots bangin
N Ill never sell my soul, bitch ill pop satan
You was in the school, tryna do work while I was Glock changin
I know the aspects of the game and I am not waitin
I'm finna hit the trap, cookin bricks so i can cop spaceship
Lil girly special, her credit high as my fiens and she ain't got babies
Servin bitch, beggin for the dope, think she got rabbies
They know I fucked the city up, I know the cops hate me

You prolly tryna go and sell blood, so you can cop AP
I just took of fast on the state troops n they did not chase me
Ill have my dawg back a nigga, like Jamal Davis
U be in stores starin at shit, u in the mall hatin
Ill go accross your top, with a bald taper
We was in the trap tryna cook dope using all razors
Watchu want? the molly weed dope we got all flavors
I just ? a bitch two times, she said shell call later
This bitch buy her drugs to save for later, she a ball saver
I'm finna go sell this slab, I'm doing fraud later
Lil dawg was talking tuff on the neat, he a fraud glater
I got three hoes and five percs, y'all can all take em
This nigga showing off charges on his story but they all basic
(Whisle!)