BANDIT Lyrics
[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver & Tame Impala]
(I did it for love)
Ride the highway, rock the bus (Rock it, rock it)
Why my house look like Army Plus? (Ready up, ready up)
Walk in the strip, she gon’ make it bust (Bust it, woo, bust it)
[Chorus]
I do damage (Bust it)
You niggas can’t stand it (Bust it)
Psycho bandit (Bust it)
Like it’s Marilyn Manson (Bust it)
Got the cash, advance it (Bust it)
Get the Sprite and enhance it (Bust it)
Pull the Wock’ out the pantry (Bust it)
Take a sip and I’m dancin’ (Bust it)
She pop Perc’ like a Plan B (Bust it)
Oh, she lit like a candle
Boot it up in the car seat
Hold a nigga for ransom
Want her back? Better call me (Bust it)
It’s whatever, I’m geeked
‘Bout to punch at the party (Woo)
[Post-Chorus]
You niggas ain’t fly, this shit lookin’ dummy (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to get fried, I look likе a mummy (Bust it)
I’m gettin’ this cash, it’s Monday to Sunday
I guess you won’t talk if it ain’t ’bout the monеy (Bust it)
My boys in the trap and it jump like a bunny
Got pounds and pills, it ain’t nothin’ funny
I fuck from the side and I keep that bitch cummin’
If I gotta reach up, I’ma keep that bitch dumpin’
[Verse]
Way I slide in that coupe, boy, I keep that bitch hummin’ (Yeah)
We done went, rocked that bitch all the way to the summer (Woo)
Get deep in the pot, get deep like a plumber (Deep)
Why would I keep her? I never will love her (No)
I just went fucked her and gave to my brother (Yeah)
Eat her for dinner or eat her for supper (Yeah)
Why would you keep her, lil’ nigga? You sucker
Why would you keep her, lil’ nigga? You suck
[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver & Tame Impala]
(I did it for love)
Ride the highway, rock the bus (Rock it, rock it)
Why my house look like Army Plus? (Ready up, ready up)
Walk in the strip, she gon’ make it bust (Bust it, bust it)
[Chorus]
I do damage (Bust it)
You niggas can’t stand it (Bust it)
Psycho bandit (Bust it)
Like it’s Marilyn Manson (Bust it)
Got the cash, advance it (Bust it)
Get the Sprite and enhance it (Bust it)
Pull the Wock’ out the pantry
[Post-Chorus]
You niggas ain’t fly, this shit lookin’ dummy
I’m ’bout to get fried, I look like a mummy
I’m gettin’ this cash, it’s Monday to Sunday
I guess you won’t talk if it ain’t ’bout the money
My boys in the trap and it jump like a bunny
Got pounds and pills, it ain’t nothin’ funny
I fuck from the side and I keep that bitch cummin’
If I gotta reach up, I’ma keep that bitch dumpin’
[Outro]
Ridin’, this bitch got a TV, huh?
Belt on that boy like a BB, huh
Hide in the bush, you won’t see me, huh
Put you underwater like seaweed, huh
Why lil’ nigga wan’ be me, huh?
.45 up when I’m creepin’, huh
Drive-by shootin’ in the demon, huh
Fuck is you sayin’? I’m geekin’, huh (Woo)