DIRTY BANDITS ft. Prxblvm & Whiteloaf Lyrics

I'm in a different hemisphere with a little beer

All the rules don't apply here, I forgot how to steer

Twin glocks, chillin with the chop, Three Musketeers

I can do anything I want give me a couple years

Give me a couple days, show em how to get that money in a couple ways

Hold on wait

Check on me in bout a hunnid days

Down bad, I'm tryna make a buncha plays, buncha plays

Hold on wait, how you feeling mane

I ain't picking up his lingo don't know what he saying

Bitch I came casual, I'm rocking something plain

And when I'm with the fucking you know I ain't playin

I ain't playin

Off a shroomie hearing voices like I'm schizophrenic

New day and age see me I had to go and switch the dynamics

Weed strong hit it once and you gon think its from a different planet

Grimy ass kids ran we up in them cribs like some dirty bandits

Watchu looking for my peoples got it all

Have a whole load gone, just let me make a quick call

Mob life ain't no speaking on the gang or what you saw

Even my bitch don't play, she keep a .380 in her bra

If Knucks swinging, then I'm swingin bitch we in her bouta brawl

Ain't no skipping steps brotha you gotta crawl before you walk

So much hate up in your heart but you ain't got the right to talk

Help me get away from these birds they tryna stalk me like a hawk

Quit asking questions I don't know who was involved

But if that money right I bet them problems gon get solved

He got benched, doggy bone couldn't follow protocol

Quarterback Loaf I gave my mans the route and told him go long

Blue 42 hike

One two three Bread Boysss