Fetti Cash - The Bandit lyrics

(chorus): Kitami Safiya What makes you think that you can f*ck with the Bandit Act like you lost your mind get it wrapped in Bandage Let me make it clear if you don't understand it Be brave, you try Go head, you'll die (Verse): Vally'O I'ma let you know just how this sh*t gon' go You f*ck around with bandit goons out guns blow The last left the planet fam can't stand one seven O (170) Don't you ever ever ever come around here no'mo You f*ck around with he and catch a round from me We went from buddies to friends now we family tree I go rasta on that a** and I spit like tree (3) Smoke a loud leaf and breathe off a Tie Stick beat Like really really keep arm distance silly Its lacerations stab wounds and nine millys feel me If you don't understand well fam here's a fair warning Medical examiners families mourning Wakes, funerals, cars forming Lines that what you get if you f*ck around with mines We on the grind and this the first and last time Blast that cannon for the bandit what the f*ck You lost your mind (Blaaat) (chorus) (Verse 2): Mark Will and Deli Tang F*cking with my n*gga Fet, I'll take it back to basics A thousand ways to die give yo b*tch a** a face lift Face lift we get a the word its on click boom Police presence with you, we run in hospital rooms Sh*t hit the fan the luger fits the bill If we can get you, then your kids get k**ed Let a G know we wild have yo b*tch turning tricks When ever fet need a n*gga hit that six fo' six (Huhh) Got the block jumping like a 6-4, for my n*gga fetti I'll kick in your door For that chicken put your brains on the f*cking floor Brickstacks smurf mob You know where we at even the youngings is strapped N*ggas lying we spit facts we make moves for the bandit You haters can't stand it, pockets on fat off that white Ralph cramsen exotic guns ain't jammin (Haaan) (chorus) (Verse 3): Fetti Cash Its the wild raccoon, bandit in the room Murder d**h k** don't get filled with the steal Stabbed or beat with the bat, Its the bandit don't make me jump out And attack you rats you heard my goonies They all got my back even though they know I pop my own strap They still wanna roll out and pop toast and mash potato for the bandit Don't make me rock or do ya or hit you 45 times like the cops Did to Imadu-la I'm orthodox...I'm orthodox Who wanna pop and get they eye knocked out the socket Face blown off forehead crack with the bat Or straight split with the Axe so you better beware When the bandit creep in all black, put you to sleep Then f*ck up your dreams like freddy did to lisa Its primetime b*tch (chorus)