The Bandit Lyrics - Singles - Fetti Cash

(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 killed 

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 death kill 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)