Bandit

Tom : Em
Em Em
It's funny, the shit I put on this song ain’t gon' sound nothin' like the shit we was just
doin’
Cmaj7 Cmaj7 D
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah
Em
I just want, bad bitches,
Em
them bad bitches is the baddest, uh, uh
Cmaj7 Cmaj7 D
When I take the molly, I'm a savage

[Chorus]
Em
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh
Em
When I'm on that molly, I feel savage, uh, uh
Cmaj7
She the definition of a bad bitch
C D
Stole her, I'm the definition of a bandit, uh, ayy
Em
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh, ayy
Em
But when I'm on the molly, I feel savage
Cmaj7
Ayy, my girl the definition of a bad bitch
Cmaj7 D
Stole her heart, I'm the definition of a bandit

[Verse 1]
Em
Put the Percs down and picked up the jiggas, jiggas, jiggas
Tommy in the fucking Tommy Hilfiger, ’figer, ’figer
Cmaj7
That Tommy hit a nigga, Tommy Hilfiger, fuck niggas
D
I'm nice, when I’m high off the pills, I'ma fuck with her
Em
I don't smoke skunk, but tonight I'm getting stuck, nigga
Pour the codeine up and put some molly in the cup with it
Cmaj7
I know she a freak, uh-huh, she gon’ fuck with it
D
She my velcro, uh-huh, guess I'm stuck with her
A
I dive in it like a sailor, I love to nail her
B
Addicted to her paraphernalia, I had to tell her
C
I see it like a fortune teller
A
Your ex-nigga did good, I could do better
Em
Bad bitch from the woods, I think she a hunter
She a killer and an eater, she a Jeffery Dahmer
Cmaj7
I can tell when she in her feelings, I can read her like a book
D
No TEC, no Beretta, FN on me, am I understood?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Em
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh
Em
When I'm on that molly, I feel savage, uh, uh

[Verse 2]
Em
My brother point her out and she a bad bitch, I'm on her
Must ain't heard that I'm a savage, once I get a bitch, I own her
Cmaj7
I see she got swag, I got cash so I want her
D
See this four-five in my pants, put on your ass, push up on bruh
Em
Shawty, she a rider with that glizzy on her (With that glizzy on her)
And shawty, I'ma die there with no semi on me (Semi on me)
Cmaj7
If we got a problem, we get rid of homie (Yeah)
D
Put fifty thousand in your pocket, we gon' get the money (Yeah)
A
I'm the definition of a bandit (Come on, bruh)
B
Took your heart from out his hands and still ain't saying shit (Honest)
C
Some new killers in my circle you done ran with it
A
Like this dirty .38, this bitch'll damage
Em
Popping wheelies, 4K Trey, call when you land with it (Pop, pop, pop)
I let you drive inside my bros where they be laying with it
Cmaj7
I work this bitch, I open up a can with it
D
Like fuck the stove, I make it jump without my hand in it

[Chorus]
Em
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh
Em
When I'm on that molly, I feel savage, uh, uh