Bandoleros

[Verse 1: Lou From Paradise] Ay, just copped a trip to Cali, I won't be there long I brought the weight on the plane, yeah the P airborne And I'm a Playboi, word to P'ierre Bourne Sleep with an OnlyFans bitch and then delete their porn Horns on my hat, but I ain't cappin', man Pull up to your show just to clap at fans Rappin' like I'm tryna leave the trap again I be with rapper Ran', please don't get slapped on cam Run off on the plug make him buy it back with tax again Your bitch been a fan, we be makin' dinner plans My guys know we linkin' bios before Instagram Fuck your Floridian neighbors, I feel like Killa Cam' Y'all still stuck on an island, y'all a Gilligan My favorite rappers got older and go on live yellin', times tellin' Bitch I'm still outside, I be besides felons I'm the only superstar Lou, I'm the coolest spitta out Eat 'em, y'all is Food and Liquor, bitch I'm rude and sicker Your girl's a sly, you'll be surprised what she do for pictures She tryna get you back for cheatin' on Ben Lewis sister I know the little boy mad 'cause I screwed his sister Kissed her ass, but fuck his whole family, this shit incest I send shots, you send threats I blew ten checks, don't even know where them shits went I'm bustin' his smile, they tryna run with a style I been left And I ain't' in my fuckin' right mind, bitch I been left, yeah [Verse 2: Ransom] Ran's a hero to those Scarfaces Paid killers and Bandoleros holdin' guitar cases I'm a level above whatever's beyond greatness Bringin' points forward, it's like I'm tyin' Lebron's laces Spittin' bars with a calm patience The first body I caught I vomited, corpses let off a strong fragrance Think you fuckin' with the wrong vagrants, these niggas all cavemen Every foul committed was all flagrant Hell on Earth is what your God showed me I copped a large Rollie and chain with somethin' Chico DeBarge owed me "Fuck the plug" is what my mom told me And her son will pack somethin' that lift a nigga to Mars, homie Pistol on the side of my left hip with a fresh clip Feel a draft, adjustin' my aim to get me the best pick Bullets do travel especially when they set trip Sixteen's get spit when your heart beat and your chest skip Check this, my niggas rest less when they restless You breathless, I had prison photos placed in my press kit I think you niggas on a death wish Dressed to kill, kill a nigga in his fresh drip would be the best shit [Verse 3: Rome Streetz] Ayo, I had new work, and told the customer come test this Hustled for four records so could care less about your best list Was compressing coke before a nigga had a press kit The peons perform poor I'm less than impressed with Your neck slit, slid the razor across your face in the gauze Tryna spend all of my days blowin' haze in the loft It's like a maze in New York I got my pay from baggin' molly on a tray and whippin' yay' with a fork My name ringin' from the Bay to the fort And even further for verse murder, if it's paper let's converse further I only intermingle with earners Smart niggas but they still learners, with Louis Vuitton cases for their burners No scholarship, just dirty dollars and ghetto politics, sly bitches that'll ride the dick Rob you then pass off your cross like Allen Iverson Skywalker, born with the force, nothin' as fly exists [Verse 4: Tyrant] Could tell you it's a better way but who am I to speak? Honestly I've come to the conclusion this is how it's gotta be Considering the options we're presented with as niggas Just risk life imprisonment, I'd live life in prison than poverty Tryna teach my kind of speech corrupts the mind of your might I seen niggas slidin' 'cause they rather die than do life Know what we survivin' through right? Somethin' far from a lovely scene Though nothing changes but seasons my nigga, no matter what it seem No other dream, some cracker could George Floyd me in May weather And next spring my family gon' be the Money Team It's a fuckin' scheme, it sits straight to your death To die knowing it's no hope to generational wealth Stop and think to yourself "Why nobody Lord and savior still ain't came in to help?" I got you strainin' your steps, I'm a livin' descendant of the Black Wall Street mask And you can change at the Black Maybach back carseat passenger Are we savages? Yeah, just as evil as they depict us Rollin' up Garden of Eden inside a Sweet Swisher My freak bitch from the pharmacy about to reach in this Start snatchin' names of these Percs, that's how we read scriptures See nigga? How my posse not famous? My mugshot alone the same value as a Basquiat painting Family out Vegas, plottin' on the way that I could win this shit This bitch come out here I bend her over Rupture the Southern Hemisphere, it's God, nigga