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22Gz - Bandit (Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
22Gz
22Gz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Alexander
Jeffrey Alexander
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Spank
Yung Spank
Producer

Lyrics

Grrr Gang Blicky the blicky Rah Word to my mother I stay with a blicky Bitch I'm a bandit, I know they hopin' that I get remanded Pull up with snipers and blickies, don't panic Smokin' my who? Don't get bodied on camera Didn't throw the blicky inside the Atlantic He ain't gon make it, we did too much damage Shot to the tummy, we shattered his liver He tried to slither through the snakes 'til we bit him He outta luck, he got hit, he ain't get up Run down, drive by, flock him and split up They see them sheisties and they got to duckin' Thought it was sweet, they ain't think we would touch him Dead on arrival, it was too late to rush him We caught an opp nigga lackin' and snuck him Spinnin' in three v's, heard he got pitied Mata gon open, you click, yeah it's vegan Said he gon' up it in public he fiendin' We left a whole 'lotta blood on the cement I pop a perky and turn to a demon Blick in the hoodie, they know it's the season Spot him in traffic and send him to Venus Brodie gon' rinse him, brodie gon' leave him We left him leaking, 'cause he was tweakin' Gun in his mouth, nigga watch how you speakin' Said it's man down, we find out where he sleepin' Shooter ain't patient, he tryna go creepin' Pull out the plug, you gon' hear all the beepin' I'm throwing first at the jakes at the precinct Gang, blick, blick, gang, gang Free Tay-K, how you gon' run from an AK? Brodie got racks in his JPay He was a shooter like JJ (Gang) Up the blicky, bet it make him stutter Heard he on an island, caught him get him cut up If he slippin, nigga then we comin' You ain't gotta ask, we pullin' up and then bun him Send the opp nigga up hallelujah Did it for free, I ain't give him no moola Flock up his Uber, they can't find his shooters Walk up on feet, I'm respected by shooters Might use the bike, got tired of the scooters Five point seven, I'm toting the Rooga I only aim for the chest and medulla Stop all the cap, like we opps on computers When the last time niggas spill shit? Why they be rapping like they really kill shit? Brodie be twirlin' with blicks in his wheelchair You see em blazing just know that I sent it We got the drop, they outside so we bent it Bro on the run, he just duckin' his sentence He left a fuck nigga dead in the trenches What you think happen when steppers get mentioned? (Gang) Blicky, the blicky, the blicky Niggas ain't heavy, ain't doin' no drills Twirl Sniper the blicky the blicky the blicky the blicky
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