Real-E Ripe - BANDITS (AllSmoke Podcast x Bandit Outlaws) Lyrics

It's getting lit off the jump
Yeah
All these niggas think they dope
Shit Man, we lit off the jump
You know how it is for the Deezly's
They be thinkin' I sell drugs cause I'm rockin' these Bandits
Feel like an outlaw rockin' these Bandits
Damn it, I look good cause I'm rockin' these Bandits
When I rap it's like drugs, drugs, drugs
You off the
What
Man, AllSmoke
Got me stuck like motherf*ck the judge,
I ain't go to no hearing
Need me a bad bitch like Tahiri,
She keep me in them racks
I ain't talkin' them titties,
It cost you a rack just for us to link up
For that tuti I'm like, hmmm,
Que tu ase por a qa,
She said, baby, I'm out outside
I said, that's cool, come on, let's rock

Let's go, what
You off the, let's go
Need you a , yeah
All of these drugs, drugs, drugs

Walk in my zone, pick up my phone
Hit up my plug, he said, what I want
And I replied, boy, a whole lotta
Prayin' the feds be thinkin' I'm done

Grindin' day and night till I see sun
Takin' them risks I don't do it for fun
I need me them wins, I ain't talkin' bout one
We talkin' that paper, I need a lot of it

My bitch is bad, that is definite
Not a negative, hope you get the shit
Cause I walk around like a president
Took a lot to get to this
The benefits of sellin' it
Get in the pot till I'm hearin' it click
Yeah
Why most of these niggas be actin' like bitches

Nostalgically, they know I'm bringin' that feeling
Of cat pillin', vacuum sealin', drop shippin
Faisal jobs with four to billion
I know these niggas wanna copy my sauce

But they don't got it
Gotta reincarnate, Nostradamus
If you wanna see these profits
I gotta bring it back to basics

Wrote your dress inside the crib
I don't even wanna say what's in my basement
Only space I ever had was page ten
Man, it's all big problems, gotta face em

All because my occupations
All my demons gotta quit
I'm sorry I had to say this
Es que te flue como droga

Coño
They be thinkin' I sell drugs
Cause I'm rockin' these bandas
Feelin' like an outlaw rockin' these bandas

Damn it, I look good cause I'm rockin' these bandas
When I rap it's like drugs, drugs, drugs
You off the what
Man, I'm smoke, got me stuck like

Motherf*ck the judge, I ain't go to no hearing
Need me a bed, bitch, like Tahiri
She keep me in them racks, I ain't talkin' them titties
It cost you a rack just for two

Que tu haces por acá
She said, baby, I'm outside
I said, that's cool, come on, let's ride
You off the what
Need you a what
All off These drugs, drugs, drugs