Bandits ft. peec3 Lyrics

Imma tell that lil bitch to come and go

Got her passed out at the party

And I gotta take her home

Like imma pass another bottle to the back

We poppin' foam

They gon' pull up with berettas

Roundin' clips and droppin' chrome

And I can't stand shit

Get up on the ground

They call em' bandits, bandits

Catch em' makin' sound I know they planned it

Counting bands and makin' money

By the pound and doing damage

Tryna drown out all the sound of taking hits before they ran it

Imma tell that lil bitch to come and go

Got her passed out at the party

And I gotta take her home

Like imma pass another bottle to the back

We poppin' foam

They gon' pull up with berettas

Roundin' clips and droppin' chrome

And I can't stand shit

Get up on the ground

They call em' bandits, bandits

Catch em' makin' sound I know they planned it

Counting bands and makin' money

By the pound and doing damage

Tryna drown out all the sound of taking hits before they ran it

Call em' bandits how they pull up

And they gunnin' till you drop

Causing damage to the bank

They gonna rob, double shot

Pullin' up, got a blick

Wanted up, they goin' quick

Put a bounty on your head

And bandits pop em' with a stick

Up, down ridin' robbing thru the town

Double uzi droppin' clips

And takin' shots, they goin' down

Real shit, never quit

Stickshift, boutta drift

They gon' try to keep a tool

While bandits run it up and kill em' when they dip

Imma tell that lil bitch to come and go

Got her passed out at the party

And I gotta take her home

Like imma pass another bottle to the back

We poppin' foam

They gon' pull up with berettas

Roundin' clips and droppin' chrome

And I can't stand shit

Get up on the ground

They call em' bandits, bandits

Catch em' makin' sound I know they planned it

Counting bands and makin' money

By the pound and doing damage

Tryna drown out all the sound of taking hits before they ran it

Bandits gonna slide up, aint no stoppin' em '

Got a 40, keep it tucked and they be glockin' em'

Bonnie Clyde, duo up like its a ride

Tryna cut out all these ties

And leave em' hanging cause I put em' outta line

Bodies droppin', hit the floor

Bottoms up, boutta pour

Saw em' go in, stoke a stick and copped an AK, 7 4

Oh shit, now they goin out the door

And they just took another soul

Another lick and leave em' banging out the core

Imma tell that lil bitch to come and go

Got her passed out at the party

And I gotta take her home

Like imma pass another bottle to the back

We poppin' foam

They gon' pull up with berettas

Roundin' clips and droppin' chrome

And I can't stand shit

Get up on the ground

They call em' bandits, bandits

Catch em' makin' sound I know they planned it

Counting bands and makin' money

By the pound and doing damage

Tryna drown out all the sound of taking hits before they ran it

Imma tell that lil bitch to come and go

Got her passed out at the party

And I gotta take her home

Like imma pass another bottle to the back

We poppin' foam

They gon' pull up with berettas

Roundin' clips and droppin' chrome

And I can't stand shit

Get up on the ground

They call em' bandits, bandits

Catch em' makin' sound I know they planned it

Counting bands and makin' money

By the pound and doing damage

Tryna drown out all the sound of taking hits before they ran it