The Bandits lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd]
Make way for the rookie of the year
Bout duck-duck-goose off Pimp Juice and Belvedere
See I'm pouring out my liquor for my n*ggas that ain't here
And any day-to-day shedding tattoo tears
But I'm cool cause Weezy F's with me
Young Money clique Murder Inc family
Raised in the A and I'm born uptown
Cross Martin Luther King
Callio gon' lay it down
Yeah n*gga act up whussup
Tell my n*gga Tad he better rough them
Your girl open wide like them doors on my trucks
And my n*ggas bustin' n*ggas like they don't give a f*ck

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
They got the God in the buildin' J.R
Park all of my car in the buildin' no superstar
n*gga I'm harder than the buildin'
The Carter the buildin'
Give quarters to pilgrims; Thanksgiving
I ain't giving no slack, b*tch I'm black
And the President ain't never been that
sh*t I'm ridin' with Lloyd
He lookin' for a freak-azoid
I'm like 'Hey, hook a n*gga up with Ashanti'
I make her cook a chicken up and all my guns she hold 'em she blow my dice 'fore I roll 'em
Daddy need some new shoes, the Caddy need some new shoes
I'm thinkin' bout them 2-2's them 26's too cool I do those
I'm too cold sh*t I spit frostbite
n*gga I'm too raw I spit off-white
I get off white at 8AM I get off it by 8PM it's been a hard night
It's a hard knock life my lil n*gga J still double-up twice
My lil n*gga Marl still livin' on the block
With a n*gga that he beefin' with but he still eatin' sh*t pleasantly
It's whatever B, we ain't on no scary sh*t
You goin' down I'm obliged on some Mary sh*t
I get bread like the Dairy b*tch
I chop you up like the Deli b*tch
I'm at the supermarket
I'm on isle 17 that's Hollygrove
Apple & Eagle street tell 'em holla, hoe
I put the sizzurp down then I swallow mo'
I take a hit of the dutch...