Lil Cloth - Dump Bandit Lyrics

Man I guess it's 'bout that time again Miguel Go roll that shit up, let's hit this beat dawg

Pulling out the driveway 4:50
Got tally mae on the dog box with me
Camp block at daylight's kinda risky
But buck signs a risk I'm willing to take

Got a case of Busch Light in the yeti
Hotrod's in the 4 door Chevy
Them walker hounds in his box are mean,
He ain't getting stuck don't wanna f*ck with green,

The only time I like a bitch to run her mouth is when I drop that tailgate down and let 'em out yeah.
Got $3000 worth of collars on some walkers that'll show you how to run down a whitetail

We in the woods all night raising hell
Headed home slow don't wanna go to jail
No way I can pay a DUI and my bail,
F*ck that Ima slide back to shady trail

Them dawgs are burning his ass up through Ike bay
Aw hell they're in the big block now
I just heard a shot somewhere in the 4 lane
And Clayton said he's got a big buck down

Got the speakers in the black truck blaring
30-06 by my side
Glasspacks got them Palatka hoes staring
They tryna ride through the woods tonight

I'ma tell 'em
Slide through the gate and then lock it back ain't worried bout no damn blue lights tonight
Come to the hooter house take the little power line to the sandpits then you're gonna make a right
We got a fire lit, moonshine to sip, Jim Tom got the boys tore up
Ain't run shit but does today but I can promise in the morning ima jump that buck



Black Benelli in the gmc
PTO from my J.O.B
BBD only f*ck a D.O.E
Slick heads don't run past me

I was born to be a deer killin motherf*cka bitch I'm half Faircloth and you know I'm half Faulkner
Who's in my passenger seat when I'm riding the woods? Bitch it's probably your daughter

Yeah it's prolly your daughter
You thinkin you prolly should call her

And say "baby it's time to head home it's getting late and I know you're with that faircloth boy"
She's gonna say "Please just one more race"
Hold up, one more race?
That's about enough time to drink one more case
Of that natural right?
Out in the sticks under natural light
Seeing sideways outta both of my eyes I guess it's a lateral night
I got hoes from Pomona to babson park this shit too easy to me
Call up my the plug Kease to serve me a dub and then Ima roll up some tree
Feel like Muhammad Ali when I get on the beat I float Elegantly like a butterfly
I like that girl but she got her a man so invite everybody else but her guy
Cutting through beats like machete you hop on a track and you more like a butter knife
She telling me that she drunk in this truck so I'm sliding my hand to her upper thigh






Yeah this shit went down just how I planned it,
Got they ass mad I'm rolling by they saying "damn it"
Smoking on some gas that's got me high up with the planets,
That's just the life of an old dump bandit

That's just the life of an old dump bandit
Yeah