On my way to the bank, bitch, I'm like Timmy D
I hear all the noise, but I'm keepin' it P
My car push to start, I don't need me a key
My chain is so icy, I bet you can ski
I'm poppin' my shit, bitch, I'm not makin' peace
I need me some paper, bitch, f*ck a degree
He speak on my name, put that boy on a T
Opp pack in the air, bitch, I barely could breathe
My bitches get mad when I be with a bitch and I say coexist and if not, you can leave
Uh, whoa, these niggas be cappin', just like Dr. Seuss
Bitch, Stop callin' my phone, we ain't doin' no truce
Two fours in the Sprite, bitch, I'm high off the juice
Ice on my neck, this shit tight like a noose
On my grind like I skate, bitch, I got no excuse
This shit not a game, give a f*ck bout a duck
When I see him, I'm on em, Tryna pop me a goose
Uh, whoa, bitch, I'ma starter, Can't sit on no bench
Runnin' from 12, I was jumpin' the fence
The way that I flow, bruh this shit make no sense
They wanna be me, bitch, they know I'm the trend
For the days I was broke, bitch, yeah this my revenge
I'm with your bitch, I don't know what I spent
I move like harden, Step back before I blow
She touchin' my wrist, yeah, she like how it glow
Bitch, I'm a baker, I get to that dough
Niggas be scared when it's Bandit and Co
She like, boy, you the one
I'm like, bitch, yeah, I know
She heard of my song, now she love sayin' whoa
I look like I'm Brady, the way that I throw
I got stripes like a Bengal, I'm shiesty, like Joe
The way that I beat it, she know I'm a pro
I be gettin' high, I don't like feelin' low
Get bitches like Cupid, don't carry no bow
Bandit like Santa, I got all the hoes
Rockstar like Jeff Hardy, I'm rockin' out shows
They like, boy, you so hard, you got too many flows
My closet a store, I got too many clothes
Uh, uh
Carry the game like a young nigga Rose
Everywhere that I go, bitch, I'm hittin' my pose
I know that she slimy, she play with her nose
They blastin' my songs on the motherf*ckin' Bose
Blatty it spray, this shit long like a hose
We trappin' these bricks, but this shit not from Lowe's
Gettin' rich and get famous, got too many goals
My earrings too bright, I got bulbs on my lobes
They play with the gang, then I'm bustin' they domes
I'm a trapper and rapper, play too many roles
Everywhere that I go, bitches pull out they phone
I'm who they wanna be, bitch, there's too many clones
I'm from the north, so I keep me a pole
I don't like em we X'em, just like the control
Niggas be dissin' that shit, gettin' old
Don't you know Bandit, he be with the hoes
On my way to the bank, bitch, I'm like Timmy D
I hear all the noise, but I'm keeping it P
My car push to start, I don't need me a key
My chain is so icy, I bet you can ski
I'm poppin' my shit, bitch, I'm not making peace
I need me some paper, bitch, f*ck a degree
He speak on my name, put that boy on a T
Opp pack in the air, bitch, I barely could breathe
My bitches get mad when I be with a bitch, and I say co-exist and if not, you can leave
Uh, whoa, these niggas be cappin', just like Dr. Seuss
Bitch, Stop callin' my phone, we ain't doin' no truce
Two fours in the Sprite, bitch, I'm high off the juice
Ice on my neck, this shit tight like a noose
On my grind like I skate, bitch, I got no excuse
OD Bandit - No Excuse Lyrics
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On my way to the bank, bitch, I'm like Timmy D
I hear all the noise, but I'm keepin' it P
My car push to start, I don't need me a key
My chain is so icy, I bet you can ski
I'm poppin' my shit, bitch, I'm not makin' peace
I need me some paper, bitch, f*ck a degree
He speak on my name, put that boy on a T
Opp pack in the air, bitch, I barely could breathe
My bitches get mad when I be with a bitch and I say coexist and if not, you can leave
Uh, whoa, these niggas be cappin', just like Dr. Seuss
Bitch, Stop callin' my phone, we ain't doin' no truce
Two fours in the Sprite, bitch, I'm high off the juice
Ice on my neck, this shit tight like a noose
On my grind like I skate, bitch, I got no excuse
This shit not a game, give a f*ck bout a duck
When I see him, I'm on em, Tryna pop me a goose
Uh, whoa, bitch, I'ma starter, Can't sit on no bench
Runnin' from 12, I was jumpin' the fence
The way that I flow, bruh this shit make no sense
They wanna be me, bitch, they know I'm the trend
For the days I was broke, bitch, yeah this my revenge
I'm with your bitch, I don't know what I spent
I move like harden, Step back before I blow
She touchin' my wrist, yeah, she like how it glow
Bitch, I'm a baker, I get to that dough
Niggas be scared when it's Bandit and Co
She like, boy, you the one
I'm like, bitch, yeah, I know
She heard of my song, now she love sayin' whoa
I look like I'm Brady, the way that I throw
I got stripes like a Bengal, I'm shiesty, like Joe
The way that I beat it, she know I'm a pro
I be gettin' high, I don't like feelin' low
Get bitches like Cupid, don't carry no bow
Bandit like Santa, I got all the hoes
Rockstar like Jeff Hardy, I'm rockin' out shows
They like, boy, you so hard, you got too many flows
My closet a store, I got too many clothes
Uh, uh
Carry the game like a young nigga Rose
Everywhere that I go, bitch, I'm hittin' my pose
I know that she slimy, she play with her nose
They blastin' my songs on the motherf*ckin' Bose
Blatty it spray, this shit long like a hose
We trappin' these bricks, but this shit not from Lowe's
Gettin' rich and get famous, got too many goals
My earrings too bright, I got bulbs on my lobes
They play with the gang, then I'm bustin' they domes
I'm a trapper and rapper, play too many roles
Everywhere that I go, bitches pull out they phone
I'm who they wanna be, bitch, there's too many clones
I'm from the north, so I keep me a pole
I don't like em we X'em, just like the control
Niggas be dissin' that shit, gettin' old
Don't you know Bandit, he be with the hoes
On my way to the bank, bitch, I'm like Timmy D
I hear all the noise, but I'm keeping it P
My car push to start, I don't need me a key
My chain is so icy, I bet you can ski
I'm poppin' my shit, bitch, I'm not making peace
I need me some paper, bitch, f*ck a degree
He speak on my name, put that boy on a T
Opp pack in the air, bitch, I barely could breathe
My bitches get mad when I be with a bitch, and I say co-exist and if not, you can leave
Uh, whoa, these niggas be cappin', just like Dr. Seuss
Bitch, Stop callin' my phone, we ain't doin' no truce
Two fours in the Sprite, bitch, I'm high off the juice
Ice on my neck, this shit tight like a noose
On my grind like I skate, bitch, I got no excuse
I hear all the noise, but I'm keepin' it P
My car push to start, I don't need me a key
My chain is so icy, I bet you can ski
I'm poppin' my shit, bitch, I'm not makin' peace
I need me some paper, bitch, f*ck a degree
He speak on my name, put that boy on a T
Opp pack in the air, bitch, I barely could breathe
My bitches get mad when I be with a bitch and I say coexist and if not, you can leave
Uh, whoa, these niggas be cappin', just like Dr. Seuss
Bitch, Stop callin' my phone, we ain't doin' no truce
Two fours in the Sprite, bitch, I'm high off the juice
Ice on my neck, this shit tight like a noose
On my grind like I skate, bitch, I got no excuse
This shit not a game, give a f*ck bout a duck
When I see him, I'm on em, Tryna pop me a goose
Uh, whoa, bitch, I'ma starter, Can't sit on no bench
Runnin' from 12, I was jumpin' the fence
The way that I flow, bruh this shit make no sense
They wanna be me, bitch, they know I'm the trend
For the days I was broke, bitch, yeah this my revenge
I'm with your bitch, I don't know what I spent
I move like harden, Step back before I blow
She touchin' my wrist, yeah, she like how it glow
Bitch, I'm a baker, I get to that dough
Niggas be scared when it's Bandit and Co
She like, boy, you the one
I'm like, bitch, yeah, I know
She heard of my song, now she love sayin' whoa
I look like I'm Brady, the way that I throw
I got stripes like a Bengal, I'm shiesty, like Joe
The way that I beat it, she know I'm a pro
I be gettin' high, I don't like feelin' low
Get bitches like Cupid, don't carry no bow
Bandit like Santa, I got all the hoes
Rockstar like Jeff Hardy, I'm rockin' out shows
They like, boy, you so hard, you got too many flows
My closet a store, I got too many clothes
Uh, uh
Carry the game like a young nigga Rose
Everywhere that I go, bitch, I'm hittin' my pose
I know that she slimy, she play with her nose
They blastin' my songs on the motherf*ckin' Bose
Blatty it spray, this shit long like a hose
We trappin' these bricks, but this shit not from Lowe's
Gettin' rich and get famous, got too many goals
My earrings too bright, I got bulbs on my lobes
They play with the gang, then I'm bustin' they domes
I'm a trapper and rapper, play too many roles
Everywhere that I go, bitches pull out they phone
I'm who they wanna be, bitch, there's too many clones
I'm from the north, so I keep me a pole
I don't like em we X'em, just like the control
Niggas be dissin' that shit, gettin' old
Don't you know Bandit, he be with the hoes
On my way to the bank, bitch, I'm like Timmy D
I hear all the noise, but I'm keeping it P
My car push to start, I don't need me a key
My chain is so icy, I bet you can ski
I'm poppin' my shit, bitch, I'm not making peace
I need me some paper, bitch, f*ck a degree
He speak on my name, put that boy on a T
Opp pack in the air, bitch, I barely could breathe
My bitches get mad when I be with a bitch, and I say co-exist and if not, you can leave
Uh, whoa, these niggas be cappin', just like Dr. Seuss
Bitch, Stop callin' my phone, we ain't doin' no truce
Two fours in the Sprite, bitch, I'm high off the juice
Ice on my neck, this shit tight like a noose
On my grind like I skate, bitch, I got no excuse
Writer: Odanlee Lajara
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid