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itsmanman - bandlab flow lyrics

[intro]
n+gga, i’ll drop on bandlab, n+ggas still can’t f+ck with me, n+gga
in the court recordin’, n+gga, off the apple headphones, n+gga
watch me get off, though
hmm

[verse]
white b+tch called me a monkey, i’ve been rockin’ bape
the chop i got, it hold banana clip, i’m tryna bust a grape
drunk as h+ll, i almost shot myself, i feel like kurt cobain
don’t ask me how her p+ssy feel, i only f+cked her face
ain’t wanna hit the stu’ today, so i’m on bandlab
hmm, it’s like thirty+somethin’ shots inside the manbag
yeah, i’ll turn a n+gga brother to a hashtag
i heard your n+gga go to diddy parties, he a f+g f+g
huh, i’m the hardest out detroit, i can write and punch
huh, n+gga tryna ride the wave like hawaiian punch
we can’t bring pistol in the party, then we not gon’ come
i f+cked your b+tch, now i’m muscle goat, that is not your son
my n+gga got a lot of lines like black friday sales
huh, you was cryin’ in the club, so i think you might gon’ tell
huh, my n+gga flew the work in, that is not no mail
shot his neck, it detached from his body like a gecko tail
huh, this chopper shift a n+gga gears, i got hutcho with me
huh, a n+gga always keep his faith, so it’s not no biggie
i’ll land in a n+gga town like f+ck your city, huh
b+tch was gettin’ too loud, i almost punched her titty
huh, into it with my baby mama, i just choke+slammed her
i just made a glock from scratch, this a ghost blammer
huh, i tried to leave this b+tch alone, but she be throat grabbin’
everybody f+ckin’ with my lines, my fans coke addicts
i really got a bald opp, i call him charles barkley
huh, might turn a crib into a trap like macaulay culkin
we seen that n+gga tez out and he kept on walkin’
with my n+gga tyreek in the hills, but i am not no dolphin
he brought his phone on a drill, why the f+ck you come?
this b+tch mad i nutted fast, “why the f+ck you cum?”
huh, ain’t find a n+gga in his hood, but i just shot his unc’
i be with n+ggas that’ll crack your head, they is not no bums
yeah, you get it? they ain’t crackheads
huh, n+ggas be computer thuggin’ ’til they mac dead
i got a shooter that’s like five hundred pounds, i call him fat fred
i get proactive, see him out and pop him like a blackhead, n+gga
[outro]
n+gga, on the bandlab side of things, n+ggas still can’t f+ck with me, n+gga
i’m the hardest youngin out, n+gga, your fans know, n+gga
my fans know, they fans know, n+gga
n+ggas can’t f+ck with me
come on, n+gga
i’m the hardest youngin out, n+gga

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