BANDIT Lyrics

Bandit - Don Toliver

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I did it for love

Ride the highway, rock the bus (Rock it, rock it)

Why my house look like Army Plus? (Rake it up, rake it up)

Walk in the strip, she gon' make it bust (Bust it, ooh, bust it)

I do damage, you niggas can't stand it (Bust 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)

You niggas ain't fly, this shit lookin' dummy

I popped 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 comin'

If I gotta reach up, I'ma keep that bitch dumpin'

Way I slide in that coupe, boy, I keep that bitch hummin'

We done went and rocked this bitch all the way to the summer

Get deep in the pot, get deep like a plumber

Why would I keep her, I never will love her?

I just went fucked her and gave to my brother

Eat her for dinner or eat it her for supper

Why would you keep her lil' nigga, you sucka?

Why would you keep her lil' nigga, you suck?

I did it for love

Ride the highway, rock the bus (Rock it, rock it)

Why my house look like Army Plus? (Rake it up, rake it up)

Walk in the strip, she gon' make it bust (Bust it, bust it)

I do damage, a nigga can't stand it (Bust 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

You niggas ain't fly, this shit lookin' dummy

I popped 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 comin'

If I gotta reach up, I'ma keep that bitch dumpin'

Ridin', this bitch got a TV, huh

Belt on that boy like a BeBe, huh

Hide in the bush, you won't see me, huh?

Put you under water like seaweed, huh

Why that lil' nigga wanna be me, huh?

45 up when I'm creepin', huh

Drive by shoot in the demon, huh

Fuck what you sayin', I'm geekin', huh?