Fetti Cash - The Bandit lyrics
rate me(Chorus): Kitami SafiyaWhat makes you think that you can f*ck with the BanditAct like you lost your mind get it wrapped in BandageLet me make it clear if you don't understand itBe brave, you tryGo head, you'll die(Verse): Vally'OI'ma let you know just how this sh*t gon' goYou f*ck around with bandit goons out guns blowThe last left the planet fam can't stand one seven O (170)Don't you ever ever ever come around here no'moYou f*ck around with he and catch a round from meWe went from buddies to friends now we family treeI go rasta on that a** and I spit like tree (3)Smoke a loud leaf and breathe off a Tie Stick beatLike really really keep arm distance sillyIt's lacerations stab wounds and nine millys feel meIf you don't understand well fam here's a fair warningMedical examiners families mourningWakes, funerals, cars formingLines that what you get if you f*ck around with minesWe on the grind and this the first and last timeBlast that cannon for the bandit what the f*ckYou lost your mind (Blaaat)(Chorus)(Verse 2): Mark Will and Deli TangF*cking with my n*gga Fet, I'll take it back to basicsA thousand ways to die give yo b*tch a** a face liftFace lift we get a the word it's on click boomPolice presence with you, we run in hospital roomsSh*t hit the fan the luger fits the billIf we can get you, then your kids get killedLet a G know we wild have yo b*tch turning tricksWhen ever fet need a n*gga hit that six fo' six (Huhh)Got the block jumping like a 6-4, for my n*gga fettiI'll kick in your doorFor that chicken put your brains on the f*cking floorBrickstacks smurf mobYou know where we at even the youngings is strappedN*ggas lying we spit facts we make moves for the banditYou haters can't stand it, pockets on fat off that whiteRalph cramsen exotic guns ain't jammin (Haaan)(Chorus)(Verse 3): Fetti CashIt's the wild raccoon, bandit in the roomMurder death kill don't get filled with the stealStabbed or beat with the bat, it's the bandit don't make me jump outAnd attack you rats you heard my gooniesThey all got my back even though they know I pop my own strapThey still wanna roll out and pop toast and mash potato for the banditDon't make me rock or do ya or hit you 45 times like the copsDid to Imadu-la I'm orthodox... I'm orthodoxWho wanna pop and get they eye knocked out the socketFace blown off forehead crack with the batOr straight split with the Axe so you better bewareWhen the bandit creep in all black, put you to sleepThen f*ck up your dreams like freddy did to lisaIt's primetime b*tch(Chorus)
