[Intro – distorted, pitched down, heavy reverb]
Yeah… Da Bandit…
Thought he was untouchable…
Now he ghost, ayy
[Chorus – your version, straight fire]
Da Bandit eh gone, da muh fuckin bandit eh gone, he fell from the muh fuckin throne
He not even poppin no mo, he not even dank he a hoe,
Body so cold on the floor,
gotta be old on the floor
Crown it fell off of his head, blood on the marble, he ain’t comin’ home
Da Bandit eh gone, da muh fuckin bandit is gone
(He gone he gone)
Fell from the top of the throne! (Crash!)
Ain’t shit ranked, ain’t shit dank
Just a washed-up stain where the king used to bang
[Verse 1 – fast rage flow]
Used to pull up with the drip, now the chain in the pawn
Chat was hypin’ him heavy, now they clownin’ him on
Thought the crown was glued, nah, that shit got ripped
One L after another, whole aura got flipped
10K concurrents? That was yesterday’s news
Now he streamin’ to crickets, 30 viewers confused
Tried to bark on the TL, voice shakin’ like leaves
Now he lurkin’ in shadows, quietly grievin’
Shoulda logged off forever, kept the myth alive
Instead he kept postin’, let the whole world arrive
To watch the king crumble, turn legend to joke
From “Bandit the goat” to “who even spoke?”
[Chorus]
Da Bandit eh gone, da muh fuckin bandit eh gone, he fell from the muh fuckin throne
He not even poppin no mo, he not even dank he a hoe,
Body so cold on the floor,
gotta be old on the floor
Crown it fell off of his head, blood on the marble, he ain’t comin’ home
Da Bandit eh gone, da muh fuckin bandit is gone
(He gone he gone)
Fell from the top of the throne! (Crash!)
Ain’t shit ranked, ain’t shit dank
Just a washed-up stain where the king used to bang
[Verse 2 – double time, rage peak]
Pussy thought forever, goofy ass coona
Now beggin’ for scraps, desperate ass coona
Used to own the block, now he dodgin’ his own face
Mirror laughin’ at him, career in disgrace
“Bring back prime Bandit!” Prime Bandit deceased
New wave pulled up and turned him to feast
Tweetin’ at ghosts, gettin’ cooked in the quote
Old fans turned opp, now they gloat
Body slumped on the velvet, soul already dipped
King to a corpse in one bad-ass clip
Used to be the name, now just pity mention
Da Bandit a fossil, no resurrection!
[Bridge – slow, evil 808 glide, menacing]
Cold… so cold…
Marble stained red from the ego he sold
Crown bent sideways, pride long gone
Nobody cryin’, they just keep scrollin’ on
Gone… gone…
Just a hashtag obituary now
#RIPDaThrone
[Final Chorus – screaming ad-libs, full send]
Da Bandit eh gone! (Gone gone gone!)
Da muh fuckin bandit eh gone! (He done!)
Fell from the muh fuckin throne! (Crash boom!)
Not poppin, not dank, straight hoe! (Hoe!)
Body so cold on the floor! (Brr!)
Gotta be old on the floor! (Ancient!)
Da Bandit eh gone!
Da muh fuckin bandit is gone!
(He gone he gone he gone!)
Throne just a crime scene, coona
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