Lou From Paradise, Ransom, Rome Streetz, Tyrante - Bandoleros lyrics

Ay, just copped a trip to Cali
I won't be there long
I brought the weight on the plane
Yeah the P airborne
And I'm a Playboi, word to P'ierre Bourne
Sleep with an OnlyFans bitch and
Then delete their porn
Horns on my hat, but I ain't cappin', man
Pull up to your show just to clap at fans
Rappin' like I'm tryna leave the trap again
I be with rapper Ran'
Please don't get slapped on cam
Run off on the plug make him
Buy it back with tax again
Your bitch been a fan
We be makin' dinner plans
My guys know we linkin'
Bios before Instagram
Fuck your Floridian neighbors
I feel like Killa Cam'
Y'all still stuck on an island
Y'all a Gilligan
My favorite rappers got older and
Go on live yellin', times tellin'
Bitch I'm still outside, I be besides felons
I'm the only superstar Lou
I'm the coolest spitta out
Eat 'em, y'all is Food and Liquor
Bitch I'm rude and sicker
Your girl's a sly
You'll be surprised what she do for pictures
She tryna get you back for
Cheatin' on Ben Lewis sister
I know the little boy mad
'cause I screwed his sister
Kissed her ass, but fuck his whole family
This shit incest
I send shots, you send threats
I blew ten checks
Don't even know where them shit's went
I'm bustin' his smile
They tryna run with a style I been left
And I ain't' in my fuckin' right
Mind, bitch I been left, yeah

Ran's a hero to those Scarfaces
Paid killers and Bandoleros
Holdin' guitar cases i'm a level above
Whatever's beyond greatness
Bringin' points forward
It's like I'm tyin' Lebron's laces
Spittin' bars with a calm patience
The first body I caught I vomited
Corpses let off a strong fragrance
Think you fuckin' with the wrong vagrants
These niggas all cavemen
Every foul committed was all flagrant
Hell on Earth is what your God showed me
I copped a large Rollie and chain
With somethin' Chico DeBarge owed me
"Fuck the plug" is what my mom told me
And her son will pack somethin' that
Lift a nigga to Mars, homie
Pistol on the side of my left
Hip with a fresh clip feel a draft
Adjustin' my aim to get me the best pick
Bullets do travel especially when
They set trip
Sixteen's get spit when your heart
Beat and your chest skip check this
My niggas rest less when they restless
You breathless
I had prison photos placed in my press kit
I think you niggas on a death wish
Dressed to kill
Kill a nigga in his fresh drip
Would be the best shit

Ayo, I had new work
And told the customer come test this
Hustled for four records so could care
Less about your best list
Was compressing coke before a nigga
Had a press kit the peons perform poor I'm
Less than impressed with your neck slit
Slid the razor across your face in the gauze
Tryna spend all of my days
Blowin' haze in the loft
It's like a maze in New York
I got my pay from baggin' molly on a
Tray and whippin' yay' with a fork
My name ringin' from the Bay to the fort
And even further for verse murder
If it's paper let's converse further
I only intermingle with earners
Smart niggas but they still learners
With Louis Vuitton cases for their burners
No scholarship, just dirty dollars
And ghetto politics
Sly bitches that'll ride the dick
Rob you then pass off your
Cross like Allen Iverson
Skywalker, born with the force
Nothin' as fly exists

Could tell you it's a better way
But who am I to speak?
Honestly I've come to the conclusion this
Is how it's gotta be
Considering the options we're presented
With as niggas just risk life imprisonment
I'd live life in prison than poverty
Tryna teach my kind of speech corrupts
The mind of your might
I seen niggas slidin' 'cause they
Rather die than do life
Know what we survivin' through right?
Somethin' far from a lovely scene
Though nothing changes but seasons my nigga
No matter what it seem no other dream
Some cracker could George Floyd
Me in May weather
And next spring my family gon'
Be the Money Team it's a fuckin' scheme
It sit's straight to your death
To die knowing it's no
Hope to generational wealth
Stop and think to yourself
"Why nobody Lord and savior still
Ain't came in to help?"
I got you strainin' your steps
I'm a livin' descendant of the
Black Wall Street mask
And you can change at the
Black Maybach back carseat passenger
Are we savages? Yeah
Just as evil as they depict us
Rollin' up Garden of Eden
Inside a Sweet Swisher
My freak bitch from the pharmacy
About to reach in this
Start snatchin' names of these Percs
That's how we read scriptures
See nigga? How my posse not famous?
My mugshot alone the same value
As a Basquiat painting family out Vegas
Plottin' on the way that I
Could win this shit
This bitch come out here I bend her over
Rupture the Southern Hemisphere, it's God
Nigga