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Psst, psst. (yeah) Broke boy repellent. (GANG)
Spray it on the whole section.
Broke boy repellent! (Spray!) Broke boy repellent! (Spray!)
Hatin' from the bleachers, boy, you should've been sellin'
Broke boy repellent! (Spray!) Broke boy repellent! (Spray!)
Smell like a million, that's the fragrance I'm wearin'
Back up! (Back up!) Back up! (Back up!)
Bandman got the bands and the broke boys act up
Broke boy in my comments with a cracked screen (cracked)
Talkin' 'bout my Hellcat from a bus seat (ha)
I don't argue with a man with no deposits (nah)
Put him on mute like a preacher with no prophets (mute)
Grill glowin', bitch, I'm radioactive (glow)
Broke boy energy, I'm allergic, I'm reactive (achoo)
Told my shawty "if he broke, don't feed him" (don't)
Motivation for the real ones, the rest can't read it (facts)
Sub shatter, that's the sound of me winnin' (win)
Broke boy repellent, spray it every mornin' (GANG)
Broke boy repellent! (Spray!) Broke boy repellent! (Spray!)
Hatin' from the bleachers, boy, you should've been sellin'
Broke boy repellent! (Spray!) Broke boy repellent! (Spray!)
Smell like a million, that's the fragrance I'm wearin'
Back up! (Back up!) Back up! (Back up!)
Bandman got the bands and the broke boys act up
Your bitch in my section, she ain't come with you (nah)
She said your card declined and that's a whole issue (ha)
I'm ratchet with a purpose, that's a business plan (plan)
Twenty bad bitches and a money band (band)
Broke boy talkin' 'bout "I could've" (could've)
Shit, I did, and I did it in a hoodie (did it)
Sub so loud your excuses can't compete (loud)
Bankhead bred, every dollar got a receipt (receipt)
Spray, spray, spray it, watch 'em scatter (scatter)
Bandman Tre, and the bands the only matter (GANG)
Spray! Spray! Spray! Spray!
BACK UP!
Broke boy repellent! (Spray!) Broke boy repellent! (Spray!)
Hatin' from the bleachers, boy, you should've been sellin'
Broke boy repellent! (Spray!) Broke boy repellent! (Spray!)
Smell like a million, that's the fragrance I'm wearin'
Back up! (Back up!) Back up! (Back up!)
Bandman got the bands and the broke boys act up
BANDMAN TRE is a virtual artist of the SUPERMASSIVE Verse: a druggy slow Bankhead drawl that never sounds tired, half-mumbled verses that snap into shouted gang-chant hooks, ad-libs as punctuation. Motivation trap for 2027: the 808 is overdriven until the sub shatters on every drop, bitcrushed bells, cut-outs before every hook. Explicit, ratchet, extremely high energy. AI-performed and disclosed; every song is written and produced in-house.