DirtyBandit Lyrics

And the way I feel right now to tell the truth

I done brought all of my problems to the Stu

I done brought all of my problems in the booth

Ain't a problem getting solve if it's with you baby

Cause you act so damn dramatic

And you know that I can't stand it

Talking all that shit in Spanish

Bitch, I don't fucking understand it

To tell the truth

I'm the maw-fucking truth

Ak-47 in the booth my nigga

Ak-47 in the coupe my nigga

Can't no pussy nigga try to shoot my nigga

Kill him automatic

With this automatic

Any boy can have it

Cause, bitch, I'm a dirty bandit

To tell the truth

I don't do no talking boy I'm getting fetti

All these dirty choppas tell me when you ready

If you starting beef you need to work to Deli's

If you in the heat you need to work to Kelly's

Now you in the cold all alone

Lonely and sad your a alone

Loney and sad your cologne

Police got tags on the phone

Cody got stabbed and he's gone

Yea, and I feel that's my fault

When you got out of jail I took you out on my routes

And when I caught you stealing you was out of my house

But I be in my feelings Lord

Get me out my feelings God

I'm just so dramatic

I don't understand it

But, had to let you have it

Cause, bitch I'm a dirtybandit

To tell the truth

I'm the maw-fucking truth

Ak-47 in the booth my nigga

Ak-47 in the coupe my nigga

Can't no pussy nigga try to shoot my nigga

Kill him automatic

With this automatic

Any boy can have it

Cause, bitch, I'm a dirty bandit

(I get so high in the day)

(Can't let shit fly ain't no way)

(I'm ready to die that's my phrase)

(I'm ready to slide grab my K)

If a nigga send a blitz I bet I knock his head off

Why they left you by yourself them other niggas sped off

I know once I hit that lick I'd probably knock his dreads off

I know once I hit that lick we probably break the break the bread off like

Count it up, count it up

Hop out the whip, give it up, give it out

Never go to house

Never go to the house

If his mans on my ass gotta step on the gas or we shooing it out

I can't get no promo I'm wilding

Promoting the violence

This stolo, it ain't mine but I'm still riding around yea

I'm smoking out a pound just turn it down cause it's loud yea

I'm never coming down I bought a crib in the clouds yea yea

While I'm rolling up, got my middle finger up

Oh, that boy there don't roll with us

Trigger finger bust

Oh, that boy there don't roll with us

Put him in a dutch

Bro say ain't no homo shit but we gone get him touch

To tell the truth

I'm the maw-fucking truth

Ak-47 in the booth my nigga

Ak-47 in the coupe my nigga

Can't no pussy nigga try to shoot my nigga

Kill him automatic

With this automatic

Any boy can have it

Cause, bitch, I'm a dirty bandit