Wading through the murky waters of Don Toliver's lyrical labyrinth, one finds a narrative spun around hedonism, bravado and street credibility. The song is a bold declaration of his lifestyle choices and his nonchalant attitude towards societal norms. It's a wild ride on the highway of excess, with pit stops at money, power, sex and substance use. Toliver uses clever wordplay to paint himself as an outlaw - a 'bandit', living life on his own terms and reveling in his rebelliousness. His lyrics are doused in metaphors that highlight his opulent lifestyle and perceived invincibility. In essence, it's Toliver’s audacious ode to self-indulgence and unapologetic extravagance.
Bandit
Lyrics
(I did it for love)
Ride the highway, ride the bus (rock it, rock it)
Walk my house, look like Army Plus (radio, radio)
Walk in the strip, she gon' make it bust (bust it, bust it)
I do damage (bust it)
You niggas can't stand it (bust it)
Psycho bandit (bust it)
Like it's Marilyn Manson (bust it)
Got the cash, advance it (bust it)
Get the Sprite and enhance it (bust it)
Pour the Wock' out the pantry (bust it)
Take a sip and I'm dancin' (bust it)
She pop it like a Plan B (bust it)
Oh, she lit like a candle
Boot it up in the car seat
Hold a nigga up for ransom
Want her back? Better call me (bust it)
It's whatever, I'm geeked
Buyin' the punch at the party
You niggas ain't fly, this shit lookin' dummy (yeah)
I'll probably get fried, I look like a mummy (bust it)
I'm gettin' this cash, it's Monday to Sunday
I guess you won't talk if it ain't about the money (bust it)
My boys in the shop, and they jump like a bunny
Got pounds and pills, it ain't nothin' funny
I fuck from the side and I keep the bitch cummin'
If I gotta reach up, I'ma keep the bitch dumpin'
When I slide in that coupe, boy, I keep that bitch hummin'
We done went rocked that bitch, all the way to the summer
Get deep in the pot, get deep like a plumber
Why would I keep it, I never went loved her
I just went fucked her and gave to my brother (yeah, yeah)
Eat it for dinner, oh, eat it for supper (yeah, yeah)
Why would you keep her, lil nigga? You sucker?
Why would you keep her, lil nigga? You suck?
(I did it for love)
Ride the highway, ride the bus (rock it, rock it)
Walk my house, look like Army Plus (radio, radio)
Walk in the strip, she gon' make it bust (bust it, bust it)
I do damage (bust it)
You niggas can't stand it (bust it)
Psycho bandit (bust it)
Like it's Marilyn Manson (bust it)
Got the cash, advance it (bust it)
Get the Sprite and enhance it (bust it)
Pour the Wock' out the pantry (bust it)
You niggas ain't fly, this shit lookin' dummy
I'll probably get fried, I look like a mummy
I'm gettin' this cash, it's Monday to Sunday
I guess you won't talk if it ain't about the money
My boys in the shop, and they jump like a bunny
Got pounds and pills, it ain't nothin' funny
I fuck from the side and I keep the bitch cummin'
If I gotta reach up, I'ma keep the bitch dumpin'
Ridin' this bi- got a TV huh
Belt on that boy like a BB, huh
Hide in the bush you won't see me, huh?
Put you underwater like seaweed, huh
Why lil' nigga wan' be me, huh
.45 up and I'm creepin', huh
Drive-by, shootin' in the demon, huh
Fuck is you sayin? I'm geekin', huh
Writer(s): Caleb Zackery Toliver, Kevin Parker, Sean Reid
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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