Description
Vocals: Bandmanrill
Masterer, Mixer, Producer: Khaled Rohaim
Recorded By: QGlo
Writer: Crystal Waters
Writer: Khaled Rohaim
Writer: Neal Conway
Writer: Siril Pettus
Lyrics and translation
Original
It's the fucking Bandman, you heard?
Ayy, look.
Hold on, look, wait.
Hold on, look, wait. Bitch, they don't cuff that, you heard?
You know how that bitch go. Ayy, hold on, wait, baby girl, it's the Bandman.
Come and take you a ride to the Bayland.
Give you this dick, make you come out your sweat glands. Love when it's slipping and sloppy like wetland.
Ha, let me stop talking mackie. Fuck all the racks, I just wanna make you happy.
Love when you play in my hair calling nappy. Them niggas you fucking be giving me wacky.
Wait, they hating on me, got vendettas. Uh, put my trust in this Beretta.
Niggas be talking and hating, I let 'em. 'Cause I really know if I want it, could wet 'em.
Ayy, ask about me, I'm that nigga. Me, I be chilling while gang pulling triggers.
Tryna get mama a house and some figures.
I know the gold coming, I'm really a -digger. -She just like it real.
She ain't -home, though. She ain't home, though.
-Ayy, look. Baby girl, I'm a lion, a Leo. If he play, set it off like I'm Cleo. .
456 to his dome, ain't no Ceelo. Brodie slide on a bike like he Deebo, bully.
Jumped in this shit all the way, fully. Chasing this bag, I ain't talking no Louis. Love when
I play in her box, gooey. Then she started catching feelings, moody.
I cannot fuck with these rappers, they booty. Remember when they said that Clutch shit was booty.
Now they telling all they friends that they knew me.
The bitches that I got, the booty be Judy. How I like it. She on my body, she know she can't fight it.
Dropping these songs, I just hope that you like it.
If not, I'ma hop in that stu' -and keep trying. -She just like it real.
She ain't home, though. She ain't home, though.
English translation
It's the fucking Bandman, you heard?
Ayy, look.
Hold on, look, wait.
Hold on, look, wait. Bitch, they don't cuff that, you heard?
You know how that bitch go. Ayy, hold on, wait, baby girl, it's the Bandman.
Come and take you a ride to the Bayland.
Give you this dick, make you come out your sweat glands. Love when it's slipping and sloppy like wetland.
Ha, let me stop talking mackie. Fuck all the racks, I just wanna make you happy.
Love when you play in my hair calling nappy. Them niggas you fucking be giving me wacky.
Wait, they hating on me, got vendettas. Uh, put my trust in this Beretta.
Niggas be talking and hating, I let 'em. 'Cause I really know if I want it, could wet 'em.
Ayy, ask about me, I'm that nigga. Me, I be chilling while gang pulling triggers.
Tryna get mama a house and some figures.
I know the gold coming, I'm really a -digger. -She just like it real.
She ain't -home, though. She ain't home, though.
-Ayy, look. Baby girl, I'm a lion, a Leo. If he play, set it off like I'm Cleo. .
456 to his dome, ain't no Ceelo. Brodie slide on a bike like he Deebo, bully.
Jumped in this shit all the way, fully. Chasing this bag, I ain't talking no Louis. Love when
I play in her box, gooey. Then she started catching feelings, moody.
I cannot fuck with these rappers, they booty. Remember when they said that Clutch shit was booty.
Now they telling all they friends that they knew me.
The bitches that I got, the booty be Judy. How I like it. She on my body, she know she can't fight it.
Dropping these songs, I just hope that you like it.
If not, I'ma hop in that stu' -and keep trying. -She just like it real.
She ain't home, though. She ain't home, though.