Lil’ Wayne – The Bandits Lyrics

(feat. Lloyd)

Act like they did something

Ain’t never did shit for me


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 niggas 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 nigga act up whussup

Tell my nigga Tad he better rough them

Your girl open wide like them doors on my trucks

And my niggas bustin’ niggas like they don’t give a fuck

[Lil Wayne:]

They got the God in the buildin’ J.R.

Park all of my car in the buildin’ no superstar

Nigga I’m harder than the buildin’

The Carter the buildin’

Give quarters to pilgrims; Thanksgiving

I ain’t giving no slack, bitch I’m black

And the President ain’t never been that

Shit I’m ridin’ with Lloyd

He lookin’ for a freak-azoid

I’m like ‘Hey, hook a nigga 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 shit I spit frostbite

Nigga 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 nigga J still double-up twice

My lil nigga Marl still livin’ on the block

With a nigga that he beefin’ with but he still eatin’ shit pleasantly

It’s whatever B, we ain’t on no scary shit

You goin’ down I’m obliged on some Mary shit

I get bread like the Dairy bitch

I chop you up like the Deli bitch

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…