American Bandit lyrics

by

Chris Travis


[Hook x2]
Chris motherf*cking Travis, all American bandit
If you f*cking with my dogs, it's gon' be a closed casket
If you f*cking with my money then, I'mma let you have it
Gotta recite this sh*t, just so n*ggas understand it
b*tch

[Verse 1]
Wavy ass n*gga, take your b*tch to the ocean
f*cked that b*tch on the beach, right there in the open
Turtle pace when I slide, cause I'm on that potion
Why your eye's red? Cause b*tch I been smokin'
I pulled up on your b*tch like, why the f*ck you loafing
Where the f*ck my money, cause the deadline approaching
Yeah this pimp sh*t, for you f*cking c*ckroaches
Smoking dope in public, f*ck a damn cop patrolling
I just wanna f*ck, b*tch I gotta stay focused
Gotta watch my back, for these pus*y n*ggas trolling
I don't got a main b*tch cause all of 'em stolen
And I buy my own weed b*tch, I don't need you rolling

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
She said I ain't got no life, all I do is smoke
Well now I'm getting money, now that b*tch wanna be close
I said b*tch you crazy, you gon' have to let it go
Cause when I wasn't sh*t, you ain't give me no hope
f*ck n*ggas talking to this mouth, I'mma scope
Take a deep breath, then let the rifle go
b*tches on my di*k, I don't know which way to go
Why you n*ggas watching me? You better watch your ho
Cause she'll suck and f*ck, then keep it on the low
And b*tch I'm from the south, just in case you didn't know
Gold mouth dog, I'mma let my teeth glow
And this f*ck everybody, I ain't talking Cee Lo
b*tch
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