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