Stand Up Bandit
(Stay with Vegas on the wave)
Blatt Blatt, you know the business
(Hmm, Mm, Mm-Hmm)
Stand on murder, nigga
Nigga (Blatt-Blatt)
Uh
We got hats, you know the bidness
Bang that gat with focus, nigga
Blatt-Blatt, when you hear that Blatt
Just know it's murder, nigga
Who is he? ain't head of niggas
I be right outside my grandma house with that dirty pistol
Hope them niggas rollin' witchu
Take 'em two, when i get back
But don't come searchin'
It's on my back, i ain't goin' straight ahead i'm nervous
I know my purpose, and plus my auntie still hurtin'
I hope my effort worthy, i'll never-ever hang my Jersey
It's a right or wrong time
They say "my auntie up them heaven gates"
I miss 'em, and my niggas say i needa get a ex away
But, i try for a week
Strong minded, i ain't weak
How long would it take
For them to notice me?
I swear that shit be blowin' me
They act like they be knowin' me
Rather, be a outcast anyway, so on my own i be
Painting my picture, me at the top n' i'm winnin'
Find a storm, i blew over, and i had all of the riches
Fuck 'em, it's nothin', this shit be real in my verses
I live the life of a shawty
I feel like the street life done cursed me
The world revolve around the dollar, but loyalty mean nun'
More or let a new problem, the riches make you a hunned
The world ain't standin' for nun'
The snakes surroundin' the town
Better be a, snake with yo' snake adapter, Everything 'round
Play yo' hand wit' poker face, there's a frown behind his smile
I don't plan on leaving soon, i'll never lay it down
Everyday i count my blessings
Had to put in work, these other niggas blessed then
I'ma, give it all i give, But i— (Hmmm)
But i— (I'll never do it)
I'll never be a yes man
Faithin' on me, but i'ma be tear up pretend
I'ma act like ion know, i'ma play as dumb as them
He got hatred in 'em, he ain't root for me to win
He might be my backdoor, he might be who bust my head
After all this bought money, hoe ain't havin' nothin'
I'm havin' all these signs, mind think the circle comin'
Dot, my eyes, ain't crossin' my teeth
Or where at all times, 'cause it can be the ones that love me
But that mean they really don't (Yeah)
Talk behind my back, like what you did it for? (Yeah)
Got up on my grind, you who i did it for (Yeah)
Granny look at me, oh baby, admit it though
But you ain't right here with me though
I know it's gonna rain, and i know it's gon' be hard times
Stand up bandit, it's him against all odds
Stand up bandit, it's him against all odds
Stand up bandit, at knee, he gon' call god
Blatt Blatt, you know the business
(Hmm, Mm, Mm-Hmm)
Stand on murder, nigga
Nigga (Blatt-Blatt)
Uh
We got hats, you know the bidness
Bang that gat with focus, nigga
Blatt-Blatt, when you hear that Blatt
Just know it's murder, nigga
Who is he? ain't head of niggas
I be right outside my grandma house with that dirty pistol
Hope them niggas rollin' witchu
Take 'em two, when i get back
But don't come searchin'
It's on my back, i ain't goin' straight ahead i'm nervous
I know my purpose, and plus my auntie still hurtin'
I hope my effort worthy, i'll never-ever hang my Jersey
It's a right or wrong time
They say "my auntie up them heaven gates"
I miss 'em, and my niggas say i needa get a ex away
But, i try for a week
Strong minded, i ain't weak
How long would it take
For them to notice me?
I swear that shit be blowin' me
They act like they be knowin' me
Rather, be a outcast anyway, so on my own i be
Painting my picture, me at the top n' i'm winnin'
Find a storm, i blew over, and i had all of the riches
Fuck 'em, it's nothin', this shit be real in my verses
I live the life of a shawty
I feel like the street life done cursed me
The world revolve around the dollar, but loyalty mean nun'
More or let a new problem, the riches make you a hunned
The world ain't standin' for nun'
The snakes surroundin' the town
Better be a, snake with yo' snake adapter, Everything 'round
Play yo' hand wit' poker face, there's a frown behind his smile
I don't plan on leaving soon, i'll never lay it down
Everyday i count my blessings
Had to put in work, these other niggas blessed then
I'ma, give it all i give, But i— (Hmmm)
But i— (I'll never do it)
I'll never be a yes man
Faithin' on me, but i'ma be tear up pretend
I'ma act like ion know, i'ma play as dumb as them
He got hatred in 'em, he ain't root for me to win
He might be my backdoor, he might be who bust my head
After all this bought money, hoe ain't havin' nothin'
I'm havin' all these signs, mind think the circle comin'
Dot, my eyes, ain't crossin' my teeth
Or where at all times, 'cause it can be the ones that love me
But that mean they really don't (Yeah)
Talk behind my back, like what you did it for? (Yeah)
Got up on my grind, you who i did it for (Yeah)
Granny look at me, oh baby, admit it though
But you ain't right here with me though
I know it's gonna rain, and i know it's gon' be hard times
Stand up bandit, it's him against all odds
Stand up bandit, it's him against all odds
Stand up bandit, at knee, he gon' call god
Credits
Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers, Kasper Knudsen, Anders Christiansen, Nicolai Andersen, Mikhail Metreveli
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