K!ng Mal!k - Bandit Business (feat. I10 Bentley)

Pull up with my arms out ain't talking no jersey
In the Rango with choppers on deck
It feel like we purging
I just got a phone call had to leave in a hurry
I turn on that Boosie and Webbie now picture me swerving
Flipping through the hundreds smoking cookies
If you find a fifty bitch Im pussy
Drum hold a hundred why push me
Castle full of flavor I'm cooking
Hop a foreign with bandits
We living like bosses for real
I done put all these chains round me neck
Nigga try me the probably gone get killed
For real

Choppers like I'm from Iraq
Gold and platinum like my jewelry on plaques
The shotgun a 808 glizzy a clap
Binary triggers got them in the back
Bonnie and Clyde Angelina and Brad
Whoever on my side you know that she bad
Durango in eco ain't doing the dash
I came up to solid ain't going out plaid
I'm pulling up swerving like Boosie and Webbie
If I stop its a carwash I'm feeling like Kevin
Ain't gone call it Ak ima call it a seven
Don't care if its hot I jump out with my weapon
They caught my dawg slipping it taught me a lesson
The bleach on my bullets get me with an essence
Respect on my name like J Prince with a message
Respect on my name like Birdman at the breakfast
Respect on my name yea I'm feeling like Jessie
I just copped me a ring I aint even much flexing
Lil shawty want top me I left her present
Could say that she know me I gave her blessing
Just tell me its smoke and I pulling up pressing
Just tell me its smoke ima change up your setting
Catch em alone and he turn to a hoe
Catch em on twitter you think that he stepping

Pull up with my arms out ain't talking no jersey
In the Rango with choppers on deck
It feel like we purging
I just got a phone call had to leave in a hurry
I turn on that Boosie and Webbie now picture me swerving
Flipping through the hundreds smoking cookies
If you find a fifty bitch Im pussy
Drum hold a hundred why push me
Castle full of flavor I'm cooking
Hop a foreign with bandits
We living like bosses for real
I done put all these chains round me neck
Nigga try me the probably gone get killed
For real

Silly ass wanna buck now
You ain't know the judge hold buck shots
Hand gun will truck stop
Live freight in the truck hot
Track it down until it hit the dock
Throw up the "P"
"PBE" that's my people
Not worried bout DOT cause we legal
Motherf*** a hater
We'll never be equal
Bussing my blick at the range
Pull out a stick with a scope I got range
Set up stand just to work on my aim
This ain't a lick you get pick out your brain
I set a pick and a pick up for change
I told my brothers that I'll never change
I swear I put that s*** on everything
Annetta my rifle and I let her sing
Yeah, arms out no jersey
I got a couple rings James Worthy
If I did it to em' they deserved it
If I did it then that b**** deserved it
Shawty got beaucoup nervous
I was swerving on purpose
All this ammo on me
Hope out like I'm Purging

Pull up with my arms out ain't talking no jersey
In the Rango with choppers on deck
It feel like we purging
I just got a phone call had to leave in a hurry
I turn on that Boosie and Webbie now picture me swerving
Flipping through the hundreds smoking cookies
If you find a fifty bitch Im pussy
Drum hold a hundred why push me
Castle full of flavor I'm cooking
Hop a foreign with bandits
We living like bosses for real
I done put all these chains round me neck
Nigga try me the probably gone get killed
For real

Written by:
Bennett Williams, Bradley Chapman, Denzel Jackson

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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