Bandit - Nicholas Craven, Conway

Yeah nigga

It’s the motherfucking Machine, nigga

You know how it go

It’s been a hell of a year, man

You know what I mean

My future is bright, nigga

Fuck you talking about?

Look

Thinking back when I used to move

Now they’re sending bales of gorilla glue over

The wax had me in a few comas

What we got in common, boy, you never been a thousand dollar shoe owner

Machine, bitch, they’re saying he relentless, but fuck it

Nigga, I’ma be a menace ‘till I receive a sentence

Shout out to the OG’s in prison

That had to flee the Benzes, now they’re bidding behind fences

And they ain’t even tripping, my sneakers limited, I’ve seen you phishing

You can’t even get it, boy

Put that on Momma Love, I will leave a nigga

Bullet in his lung, I promise it’s hard breathing with it

I can look at you and tell you niggas hurt and starving

Pocket always hurt like Percy Harvin

Niggas had everything for sale

Since back when yayo was 17, you never seen a bale

My niggas letting metal ring as well

I tell them to make sure they hit everything and bail

You never seen a jail, you seem frail

We smell pussy on you, homie, we can tell

Pop him, drag his body if it leave a trail

Mop it up, chop him up, make sure you don’t leave a smell

Yeah, I paid the cost to be the boss

5th on me and I’ma squeeze it off, it’s the Machine of course

You see I’m in the Porsche and not the old one

A slow run better than no run long as the dough come

You let off a whole drum and hit no one

My youngin' went from an 8-ball to moving whole ones

I know a nigga locked up for another nigga body

The risk you’re taking when buying another nigga shotty

Bare face, you know what that mean when it’s a robbery

The jack boys here to catch a motherfucking homi