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yb nunes - bandlab baby lyrics

[verse 1: yb nunes]
they ain’t know i was steppin’
.40 on me, got lil’ bro twitchin’ and guess what—he still ain’t learn his lesson
creepin’ solo, not no tesla
snuck in school with smith & wesson
talkin’ tough gon’ get you pressed up
f+ck that vest, we aim for neck up
left his ass stretched out like ketchup

f+ck a opp, i drop a pack
pistol dirty, that’s a fact
he dissin’ gang, he gettin’ whacked
catch him slippin’, he get clapped
i don’t talk, i don’t react
hop out, walk down, black+on+black
on bandlab cookin’ all these hits, but now i’m tryna cook a hat

b+tch, i’m cursed, i’m born a menace
spent three days up in them trenches
he got shot, ain’t even finished
p+ssy told, turned to a witness
told my glock, “let’s get to business”
switch make it sound like it’s glitchin’
chasin’ bodies, not these b+tches
all my opps get smoked like incense
[verse 2: yb nunes]
still got trauma, still got pain
still got 30s in this thing
still say “f+ck your dead gang”
still slide out in the rain
they was laughin’, sayin’ my name
now they cryin’, ain’t sh+t changed
b+tch, i’m bandlab made, but i bring real+life flame

- yb nunes lyrics

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