Bandido Lyrics (English Translation) – Conep, Luar La L

Read the full Bandido (English Translation) lyrics by Conep and Luar La L from the album TRAPPii 2 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Conep’s music, you can also explore No Te Kashi and Mi Baddie, two other songs by Conep.

[Intro: Luar La L]
What?
The L3tter
Talk to me, Conep
What we gonna do with these motherfu*kers?
We gonna hit ’em with it, it goes like this, it goes like this
Ayo

[Chorus: Luar La L]
Bandi-Bandi-Bandit
I tell my brother if he spins the fan, let it blow (Apply it), it hits even harder (They all dropped)
Rolling with four magazines strapped to the rifle, one in the chamber in case an enemy pops up (The L3tter)

If I catch ’em, I’m emptying the whole thing in their face, no hesitation, n!gga, fu*k it (Ah)
You’re still stuck in the 2000s, nobody pays protection here anymore (What happened?)
Y’all are bacteria, and these bullets got protection (What?)
Bandi-Bandi-Bandit (Brr)
I tell my brother if he spins the fan, let it blow (Jum), it hits even harder
Rolling with four magazines strapped to the rifle, one in the chamber in case an enemy pops up
If I catch ’em, I’m emptying the whole thing in their face, no hesitation, n!gga, fu*k it (What happened?)
You’re still stuck in the 2000s, nobody pays protection here anymore (What’s that?)
Y’all are bacteria, and these bullets got protection

[Verse 1: Conep]
I always roll with the bandits, these sticks keep screaming “war”
Walking through the clouds, but I’m still standing on this earth
We caught you hanging out, now you died on Calle Cerra
And your brother got chopped up like Scarface with the saw
Got money for the hoes, for the bullets, for the AKs
Dressed in Tom Ford, wearing a kilo worth of neckties
Pulled up in the van, we’re kicking you around like a can
Give me a truckload, or we’ll run the Macard through
I’m on my Quavo, feeling just like Ghost Rider
Rolling with El Oso in Puerto Rico in a Cyber
Not Jordan’s 23, I’m stilla hit you like Iver
We crash your airplane, no chance to even scream “mayday”

[Bridge: Conep]

This one’s for the bandits in PR and DR, Klein like Calvin
Loose tongues coming out like (??)
Came off the pills with the gremlins (Aha)
I’ma be a legend like the Undertaker sitting on the Harley
You’re a clown, who you fooling anyway? Haha
Who you fooling?
Leave ’em inside the car if I leave ’em in that mood
We erase their rank, it ain’t for the group no more

[Interlude: Luar La L]
Ayo, tell me, (??), what? (Haha)
Listen up to what I’m about to tell you, motherfu*ker
The L3tter
Bandi-Bandi-Bandit
We’re Los Sobr3naturale’
Talk to me, Custom
Bandi-Bandi-Bandit (What?)

[Verse 2: Luar La L]
I hop out with the burner, if they push up and hit the ground
The first one acting tough can come, I’ll light him up
Running his mouth is why we dropped that one yesterday
Now they’re standing in front of me, what the fu*k they gonna do?
Smoke for whoever talks big (Oh), quit acting like RICO
Don’t call me “cousin,” YoungBoy, I ain’t that dude no more (Talk to me, YoungBoy)
Ever since I blew up, I got your girl bent over
My life’s a Grand Theft Auto with cheat codes, I’m Nico (What?)
They throw on a ski mask, grow some dreads, now they’re gangsters (Aha)
These background actors chasing the spotlight (D!ckrider)
Anybody can spray from a car, get out and really do it
They can’t even shoot straight, they end up hitting themselves (What?)
They throw on a ski mask, grow some dreads, now they’re gangsters (You know, haha)
These background actors chasing the spotlight (What happened?)
Anybody can spray from a car, get out and really do it (What’s up, motherfu*ker?)
We step out to handle business, and they end up killing each other

[Chorus: Conep]
Bandi-Bandi-Bandit
Ayo, I tell my brother if he spins the fan, let it blow (Apply it, brr), it hits even harder
Rolling with four magazines strapped to the rifle, one in the chamber in case an enemy pops up
If I catch ’em, I’m emptying the whole thing in their face, no hesitation, n!gga, fu*k it
You’re still stuck in the 2000s, nobody pays protection here anymore
Y’all are bacteria, and every one of these bullets got protection