BandLab Lyrics

A nigga countin' up these bands fast

But who was here when I was broke, where the Day 1 fans at

Man, my shit just cut out, recordin' on BandLab

But shit, we all be up to 2 o'clock recordin' on BandLab

Fuck it back to it, where the fuck is the bands at

Lookin' to my right, where the fuck is my hand at

Lookin' down at my left, where the fuck is the grands at

New money, old money, shit, older than yo' grandad

Ay, fuck it back to it, that shit pissed me off on Band

Might just start recordin' from FL again

Man, you gotta understand the struggle, I broke my stand

So a nigga gotta record while holdin' a mic in his hand

But that's just me on that dumb shit

Fuck around and find out I fuck up the function

Feel like Crosh, nigga, I'm punchin' in commands

Schoolyard, yeah, his body where we dump it

I got the last laugh, nigga, that was your last chance

Up recordin', what the fuck is some rest

So sick of a bitch, what the fuck is EX

Shit, I X 'em off the list, you don't even get no text

Gun be talkin' with a lisp, who the fuck wanna understand next

I wanna find a high and a bitch to bring me back to Earth

I don't want no hoe, I want her to know her worth

I want a bitch to find me with her sight, find me with ya search

I want a bitch that's dressed in all white and I ain't talkin' smerf

Foe Puffin' on that shit, he smokin' what he dealin'

Can't wait till I'm the richest nigga when I walk up in the buildin'

That'll be the perfect feeling, shit, that feel, I'm tryna feel it

I get pissed off when they think a nigga in there stealin'

Shit, now I might just really steal it

I get pissed off when my bitch FaceTime and it's facing the ceilin'

Shit, I'm really tryna seal it

Dirt bikes and four wheelers, I'm really tryna wheel it

Bitch, come and take these pills, shit, I'm really tryna bill it

Treat the rap shit like my ex, bitch, I'm tryna kill it

Treat my bitch like Braille, shit, I'm really tryna feel it

Left my ex bitch, now that bitch sluttin' out

Fuck, why it keep cuttin' out

BandLab really bouta piss me off, cut it out

Bad take, man, fuck it, just cut it out

Why do it keep stutterin'

Like my gun got a disability, it keep on urdderin'

Gone paint his block, we colorin'

A nigga countin' up these bands fast

But who was here when I was broke, where the Day 1 fans at

Man, my shit just cut out, recordin' on BandLab

But shit, we all be up to 2 o'clock recordin' on BandLab

Fuck it back to it, where the fuck is the bands at

Lookin' to my right, where the fuck is my hand at

Lookin' down at my left, where the fuck is the grands at

New money, old money, shit, older than yo' grandad

Ay, fuck it back to it, that shit pissed me off on Band

Might just start recordin' from FL again