Don Toliver Bandit
[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver & Tame Impala]
(I did it for love)
Ride the highway, ride the bus (Rock it, rock it)
Walk my house, look like I'm impressed (Radio, radio)
Walk in the strip, she gon' make it bust (Bust it, bust it)
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I do damage (Bust it)
A nigga 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)
Pour the Wock' out the pantry (Bust it)
Take a sip when I'm dancin' (Bust it)
She gon' play like a Plan B (Bust it)
Know she lit like a candle (Candle)
Booted up in the car seat (Car seat)
Hold a nigga for ransom (Ransom)
Want her back? Better call me (Bust it)
It's whatever, I'm geeked (Geekеd)
'Bout to punch out the party (Woo)
[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
You niggas ain't fly, this shit lookin' dummy (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to get friеd, I look like a mummy (Bust it)
I'm gettin' this cash, it's Monday through Sunday
I guess you won't talk if it ain't about the money (Bust it)
My boys in the trap, and they jump like a bunny
Got pounds and pills, it ain't nothin' funny
I f..ck from the side and I keep the bitch cummin'
If I gotta reach up, I'ma keep the bitch dummy
When I slide in that coupe, boy, I keep that bitch hummin'
We don't reroute that bitch, all the way to the sun
Get deep in the pipe, yeah, deep like a plumber (Deep)
Why would I keep it, I never went loved her (No)
I just went f..cked her and gave to my brother (Yeah, yeah)
Eat it for dinner, oh, eat it for supper (Yeah, yeah)
Why would you keep it, lil' nigga? You sucker
Why would you keep it, lil' nigga? You suck
[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver & Tame Impala]
(I did it for love)
Ride the highway, ride the bus (Rock it, rock it)
Walk my house, look like I'm impressed (Radio, radio)
Walk in the strip, she gon' make it bust (Bust it, bust it)
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I do damage (Bust it)
A nigga 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)
Pour the Wock' out the pantry (Bust it)
[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
These 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 through Sunday
I guess you won't talk if it ain't about the money
My boys in the trap, and they jump like a bunny
Got pounds and pills, it ain't nothin' funny
I f..ck from the side and I keep the bitch cummin'
If I gotta reach up, I'ma keep the bitch dummy
[Outro: Don Toliver]
Run up the [bi?], got a [TV?], huh
Belt on that boy like a BB, huh
How did you [?] see me, huh?
Put you on the watch like CV, huh
White-lil' nigga wanna be me, huh
Four-five, whippin out creepin', huh
Drive-by, screamin' the demon, huh
Fuck is you sayin, I'm geekin', huh
