Bandit Lyrics – Don Toliver

Bandit Lyrics latest song by Don Toliver. The lyrics were written by Caleb Toliver, Kevin Richard Parker, and Sean Reid and produced by ReidMD

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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?