Bandit song lyrics by Don Toliver
(I Did It For Love)
Ride The Highway, Rock The Bus (Rock It, Rock It)
Why My House Look Like Army Plus? (Ready Up, Ready Up)
Walk In The Strip, She Gon’ Make It Bust (Bust It, Woo, Bust It)
I Do Damage (Bust It)
You Niggas Can’t Stand It (Bust It)
Psycho Bandit (Bust It)
Like It’s Marilyn Manson (Bust It)
Got The Cash, Advance It (Bust It)
Get The Sprite And Enhance It (Bust It)
Pull The Wock’ Out The Pantry (Bust It)
Take A Sip And I’m Dancin’ (Bust It)
She Pop Perc’ Like A Plan B (Bust It)
Oh, She Lit Like A Candle
Boot It Up In The Car Seat
Hold A Nigga For Ransom
Want Her Back? Better Call Me (Bust It)
It’s Whatever, I’m Geeked
’bout To Punch At The Party (Woo)
You Niggas Ain’t Fly, This Shit Lookin’ Dummy (Yeah)
I’m ’bout To Get Fried, I Look Like A Mummy (Bust It)
I’m Gettin’ This Cash, It’s Monday To Sunday
I Guess You Won’t Talk If It Ain’t ’bout The Money (Bust It)
My Boys In The Trap And It Jump Like A Bunny
Got Pounds And Pills, It Ain’t Nothin’ Funny
I Fu*k From The Side And I Keep That B!tch Cummin’
If I Gotta Reach Up, I’ma Keep That B!tch Dumpin’
Way I Slide In That Coupe, Boy, I Keep That B!tch Hummin’ (Yeah)
We Done Went, Rocked That B!tch All The Way To The Summer (Woo)
Get Deep In The Pot, Get Deep Like A Plumber (Deep)
Why Would I Keep Her? I Never Will Love Her (No)
I Just Went Fu*ked Her And Gave To My Brother (Yeah)
Eat Her For Dinner Or Eat Her For Supper (Yeah)
Why Would You Keep Her, Lil’ Nigga? You Sucker
Why Would You Keep Her, Lil’ Nigga? You Suck
(I Did It For Love)
Ride The Highway, Rock The Bus (Rock It, Rock It)
Why My House Look Like Army Plus? (Ready Up, Ready Up)
Walk In The Strip, She Gon’ Make It Bust (Bust It, Bust It)
I Do Damage (Bust It)
You Niggas Can’t Stand It (Bust It)
Psycho Bandit (Bust It)
Like It’s Marilyn Manson (Bust It)
Got The Cash, Advance It (Bust It)
Get The Sprite And Enhance It (Bust It)
Pull The Wock’ Out The Pantry
You Niggas Ain’t Fly, This Shit Lookin’ Dummy
I’m ’bout To Get Fried, I Look Like A Mummy
I’m Gettin’ This Cash, It’s Monday To Sunday
I Guess You Won’t Talk If It Ain’t ’bout The Money
My Boys In The Trap And It Jump Like A Bunny
Got Pounds And Pills, It Ain’t Nothin’ Funny
I Fu*k From The Side And I Keep That B!tch Cummin’
If I Gotta Reach Up, I’ma Keep That B!tch Dumpin’
Ridin’, This B!tch Got A Tv, Huh?
Belt On That Boy Like A Bb, Huh
Hide In The Bush, You Won’t See Me, Huh
Put You Underwater Like Seaweed, Huh
Why Lil’ Nigga Wan’ Be Me, Huh?
.45 Up When I’m Creepin’, Huh
Drive-by Shootin’ In The Demon, Huh
Fu*k Is You Sayin’? I’m Geekin’, Huh (Woo)
Summary
The lyrics highlight a lifestyle characterized by luxury, dr*g use, and a sense of unbeatable. The protagonist describes engaging in high-risk behavior and flaunting wealth, such as riding in fancy cars and making substantial amounts of money from illegal activities. The chorus highlights a fast-paced, messy life filled with partying and reckless actions.
There are frequent references to using dr*gs like Percocet and Wockhardt (a brand of cough syrup containing codeine), which are associated with a pleasure-seeking lifestyle. The lyrics also convey a dismissive attitude towards relationships, treating women as disposable and valuing money and power above all else.
The overall tone is one of boldness and defiance, portraying a world where excess and danger are the norms.
