Bandit Lyrics – Don Toliver

[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver & Tame Impala]
(I did it for love)
Ride the highway, ride the bus (Rock it, rock it)
Why my house look like Army Plus? (Rake it up, rake it up)
Walk in the strip, she gone make it bust (Bust it, woo, bust it)

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I do damage (Bust it)
You n!ggas 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 dancing (Bust it)
She pop Perc' like a Plan B (Bust it)
Oh, she lit like a candle (Candle)
Boot it up in the car seat (Car seat)
Hold a n!gga for ransom (Ransom)
Want her back? Better call me (Bust it)
It's whatever, I'm geeked (Geeked)
'Bout to punch out thе party (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Don Toliver]
You n!ggas ain't fly, this sh!t looking dummy (Yeah)
I'm popped to get friеd, I look like a mummy (Bust it)
I'm getting this cash, it's Monday to Sunday
I guess you won't talk if it ain't about the money (Bust it)
My boys in the trap, and they jump like a bunny
Got pounds and pills, it ain't nothing funny
I f**k from the side and I keep the b!tch cumming
If I gotta reach up, I'ma keep the b!tch dummy

[Verse: Don Toliver]
Way I slide in that coupe, boy, I keep that b!tch humming (Yeah)
We done went and rocked that b!tch all the way to the summer
Get deep in the pot, get deep like a plumber (Deep)
Why would I keep her? I never will loved her (No)
I just went f**ked her and gave to my brother (Yeah)
Eat her for dinner or eat her for supper (Yeah)
Why would you keep her lil' n!gga, you sucker?
Why would you keep her lil' n!gga, you suck? (Lil' n!gga, you suck)

[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver & Tame Impala]
(I did it for love)
Ride the highway, ride the bus (Rock it, rock it)
Why my house look like Army Plus? (Rake it up, rake it up)
Walk in the strip, she gone make it bust (Bust it, bust it)

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I do damage (Bust it)
You n!ggas 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)

[Post-Chorus: Don Toliver]
You n!ggas ain't fly, this sh!t looking dummy
I'm popped to get fried, I look like a mummy
I'm getting this cash, it's Monday to 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 nothing funny
I f**k from the side and I keep the b!tch cumming
If I gotta reach up, I'ma keep the b!tch dummy

[Outro: Don Toliver]
Riding, this b!tch got a TV, huh?
Belt on that boy like a BeBe, huh
Hide in the bush, you won't see me, huh
Put you underwater like seaweed, huh
White lil' n!gga want be me, huh?
.45 up when I'm creeping, huh
Drive-by, shooting the demon, huh
F**k is you saying? I'm geeking, huh (Woo)
(Woah-ahh, woah, ahh!)