First Class Bandit

[Intro] Burberry bandit, Burberry bandit I am a Burberry bandit, Burberry- [Verse 1] I get the chips with the dip, call it, Rap snacks Bitch, I'm back in the back of the, backtrack Most of these niggas, they down with the, backstab I collect all these guns, like they, magnets Buyin' these drugs on my phone, that's a, trap app Just like the 80's, they'll go "Can we stamp that?" She ride my dick, like a stick shift for Trans-Am She almost made me bust nut from a lap dance Never look back, 'cause I got the bands now (Yeah) I usually don't shop at mall, but when I go to mall then you'll know that it's bands down (Huh) I don't wear no Chrome, I don't wеar no Issey, no Rick, 'cause that shit is just ran down They told mе don't go with this bitch, but it really don't matter 'cause all of them ran down [Chorus] Burberry bandit, Burberry bandit I am a Burberry bandit (Yeah), Burberry bandit Yeah, Burberry bandit, Burberry bandit I am a Burberry bandit (Yeah), a Burberry bandit (Woah) Burberry on my bandana, like I'm Santana I got this money, can't stand up (Yeah), my pants can't stand up I fell in love with a random, she is a dancer (Yeah) I told that girl she a prancer (Yeah), pull up a Lamb' truck (Woah) Burberry bandit, Burberry bandit I am a Burberry bandit (Yeah), Burberry bandit Yeah, Burberry bandit, Burberry bandit I am a Burberry bandit (Yeah), a Burberry bandit (Woah) Burberry on my bandana, like I'm Santana I got this money, can't stand up, my pants can't stand up I fell in love with a random, she is a dancer (Yeah) I told that girl she a prancer, pull up a Lamb' truck [Verse 2] Told my old bitch, "I don't need you, I'm so sorry" (Sorry) What’s today? I might pull up a Ferrari (Woah) Sippin' on lean, and this shit got me so gnarly Shared a litre with my bro, we like the Hardy’s I'm with some ghetto shit, not with a lil' barbie Stripes on my body, no, this not no Ed Hardy Burberry me, yeah, The Burberry Department I'm in Bel-air with this collared shirt, like Carlton I got my bands up (Huh), I got my bands up (Yeah) I am so geeked, not Atlanta (What?), give me head, dandruff Cigarettes on me, that damage, that be big damage Smokin', but cannot catch cancer, I can't catch cancer [Chorus] Burberry bandit, Burberry bandit I am a Burberry bandit (Yeah), Burberry bandit Yeah, Burberry bandit, Burberry bandit I am a Burberry bandit (Yeah), a Burberry bandit (Woah) Burberry on my bandana, like I'm Santana I got this money, can't stand up (Yeah), my pants can't stand up I fell in love with a random, she is a dancer (Yeah) I told that girl she a prancer (Yeah), pull up a Lamb' truck