Bandit ndash Don Tolive Lyrics

‘Bout to punch out the party 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 through Sunday
I guess you won’t talk if it ain’t about the money My boys in the trap, and they jump like a bunny
Got pounds and pills, it ain’t nothin funny
I f**k from the side and I keep the b!tch cummin
If I gotta reach up, I’ma keep the b!tch dummy When I slide in that coupe, boy
I keep that b!tch hummin
We don’t reroute that b!tch
All the way to the sun
Get deep in the pipe
Yeah, deep like a plumber
Why would I keep it, I give away lotta
I just went f***ed her? They didn’t gave to my brother
Eat it for dinner, oh, eat it for supper
Why would you keep it, oh nigga, you s*cker?
Why would you keep it, oh nigga, you [s*ck?] (I did it for love)
Ride the highway, ride the bus
Walk my house, look like I’m impressed
Walk in the strip, she gon’ make it bust 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 advancin’
Get the Sprite and enhance it
Pour the Wock’ out the pantry
Take a sip when I’m dancin’
She gon’ play like a Plan B Know she lit like a candle
Booted up in the car seat
Hold a n!gga up for ransom
Want her back? Better call me
It’s whatever, I’m geeked
‘Bout to punch out the party These n!ggas ain’t fly
This sh!t lookin’ dummy
I’m ’bout to get fried
I look like a mummy I’m gettin’ this cash
It’s Monday through Sunday
I guess you won’t talk if it ain’t about the money
My boys in the trap, and they jump like a bunny
Got pounds and pills, that ain’t nothin’ funny
I f*ck from the side and I keep the b!tch cummin
If I gotta reach up, I’ma keep the b!tch dummy Run up the [bi?]
Got a [TV?], huh
Yeah, ?? boy like a VV, huh
How did you ?? see me, huh? Put you underwater like seaweed, huh
White lil’ nigga wan’ be me, huh?
45 up when I’m creepin’, huh
Drive-by, shootin’ the demon, huh
F**k is you sayin’? I’m geekin’, huh (Woo) Tag : Lyrics