Bandit
Riding in a foreign doing doughnuts im a bandit
Thuggin with some demons and my shorty she a bad bitch
If I cut you off you aint getting another bandage
Sliding with my bruddas till you see me in a casket
Aint talking nonsense
Im sticking to my gut fuck my conscience
Broski keep on smiling keep your confidence
I promise we gon shine with no consequence
The way I ride, I don't ride with no fuck niggas
I be in the trenches with some demons you better duck niggas
You better lay low or in the trenches keep it tucked niggas
I don't speak bout pasos cuz from the trenches we don't trust niggas
Oh oh
Lately I've been thinking way too much though
Like When all this pain, anxiety is gon be gone oh
And when its gone I can finally let these drugs go
Can never trust these bitches sneaky bitches all be cutthroat
That's why im riding
With my shorty and my demons till im fighting
My last breath and until then I'm steady sliding
In this g wagon, so don't disturb my phones on silent.
Riding in a foreign doing doughnuts im a bandit
Thuggin with some demons and my shorty she a bad bitch
If I cut you off you aint getting another bandage
Sliding with my bruddas till you see me in a casket
Aint talking nonsense
Im sticking to my gut fuck my conscience
Broski keep on smiling keep your confidence
I promise we gon shine with no consequence
Depression
Is like a smithin Wesson
It will make you wanna go go go go to heaven
But I won't let it blow blow blow I was taught a lesson
To never leave your momma in this world without your presence
That's too much pain
Going thru that struggle without your loved ones is like a strain
All we did was hustle and save our money in a safe
Praying everyday we make it home we make it safe
Running thru these hundreds with my brothers in a wraith
Ill re write what you heard
If you aint in my life i kicked you right to the curb
If I ever burnt a bridge it had a right to be burned
I had a right to get burnt
Riding in a foreign doing doughnuts im a bandit
Thuggin with some demons and my shorty she a bad bitch
If I cut you off you aint getting another bandage
Sliding with my bruddas till you see me in a casket
Aint talking nonsense
Im sticking to my gut fuck my conscience
Broski keep on smiling keep your confidence
I promise we gon shine with no consequence
Thuggin with some demons and my shorty she a bad bitch
If I cut you off you aint getting another bandage
Sliding with my bruddas till you see me in a casket
Aint talking nonsense
Im sticking to my gut fuck my conscience
Broski keep on smiling keep your confidence
I promise we gon shine with no consequence
The way I ride, I don't ride with no fuck niggas
I be in the trenches with some demons you better duck niggas
You better lay low or in the trenches keep it tucked niggas
I don't speak bout pasos cuz from the trenches we don't trust niggas
Oh oh
Lately I've been thinking way too much though
Like When all this pain, anxiety is gon be gone oh
And when its gone I can finally let these drugs go
Can never trust these bitches sneaky bitches all be cutthroat
That's why im riding
With my shorty and my demons till im fighting
My last breath and until then I'm steady sliding
In this g wagon, so don't disturb my phones on silent.
Riding in a foreign doing doughnuts im a bandit
Thuggin with some demons and my shorty she a bad bitch
If I cut you off you aint getting another bandage
Sliding with my bruddas till you see me in a casket
Aint talking nonsense
Im sticking to my gut fuck my conscience
Broski keep on smiling keep your confidence
I promise we gon shine with no consequence
Depression
Is like a smithin Wesson
It will make you wanna go go go go to heaven
But I won't let it blow blow blow I was taught a lesson
To never leave your momma in this world without your presence
That's too much pain
Going thru that struggle without your loved ones is like a strain
All we did was hustle and save our money in a safe
Praying everyday we make it home we make it safe
Running thru these hundreds with my brothers in a wraith
Ill re write what you heard
If you aint in my life i kicked you right to the curb
If I ever burnt a bridge it had a right to be burned
I had a right to get burnt
Riding in a foreign doing doughnuts im a bandit
Thuggin with some demons and my shorty she a bad bitch
If I cut you off you aint getting another bandage
Sliding with my bruddas till you see me in a casket
Aint talking nonsense
Im sticking to my gut fuck my conscience
Broski keep on smiling keep your confidence
I promise we gon shine with no consequence
Credits
Writer(s): Ahmed Mohamoud
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