Without You - Bandit Gang Marco, Zion

I could do this shit without you

I’m not thinking about you

Yes I got the nerve to call a bitch wen I’m around you

Yes I got a bitch she badder and she knows about you

If you heard my song she got me pissed well bitch this part two

Hold up now I’m clowning, pull up with the

My new bitch pussy super wet she got me drowning

I can tell u super mad you saw my insta frowning

I don’t look shit like Gambino but you call me childish

It ain’t right it ain’t right man I swear this shit ain’t right

We gon fight if another bitch like you coming in my life

It’s on sight

I’m just playing but I swear you ain’t my type

You a friendly bitch and you know that I like my hoes uptight

You know that I ain’t stressing

Know that I ain’t stressing

Hoped you learned your lesson

You worry about the next bitch

Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven

Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin

You know that I ain’t stressing

Know that I ain’t stressing

Hoped you learned your lesson

You worry about the next bitch

Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven

Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin

I can’t even lie you got my head gone

Flexin on my ex they say I’m dead wrong

I can’t even lie you had my head gone (hell yea)

Flexin on my ex they say I’m dead wrong

Now you want me back because I’m way up

Lay down on the phone we used to stay up

Reminiscing all them days and time we used to lay up

Now I’m ballin on you on my new one like a lay up

Now one night I stay up stay up stay up

Show I ain’t no player player player

Girl I can’t believe you girl I can’t believe you lied

Can’t believe I loved you just for you to waste my time

You know that I ain’t stressing

Know that I ain’t stressing

Hoped you learned your lesson

You worry about the next bitch

Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven

Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin

You know that I ain’t stressing

Know that I ain’t stressing

Hoped you learned your lesson

You worry about the next bitch

Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven

Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin

See that chick gon mean she gon think it’s tax time

Tell that bitch that standing in line she like a lunch line (hell yeah)

I don’t think I love you like I used to

Drop me like a lame I had to treat you like my old hoe

75 thousand for my grill no

Got to be cover that’s a thousand when I spend out (hell yeah)

I might spend a thousand on a bill could been you

You know that I ain’t stressing

Know that I ain’t stressing

Hoped you learned your lesson

You worry about the next bitch

Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven

Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin

You know that I ain’t stressing

Know that I ain’t stressing

Hoped you learned your lesson

You worry about the next bitch

Know you going to hell but imma pray you go to Heaven

Now you want a nigga Bandit as you see me flexin