[INTRO — SPOKEN, COOL]
Ayy, hold on…
Nah, don’t change the beat.
Let me talk my shit.
Bwat Bando.
You hear me? Let’s go.

[VERSE 1 — LAID-BACK, PUNCHLINE FLOW]
Walk in, fresh fit, whole room look twice,
Too much sauce, need a warning on the price.
I don’t do the most, I just do shit right,
Got the whole damn vibe looking different tonight.

My fit got a speech, every thread got a quote,
I could drip in a hoodie, still the coldest in the store.
They be doing full sprints just to keep up with the flow,
I change lanes so fast, GPS say, “Where’d he go?”

I got bars in the bank, every line make a deposit,
Beat came with a lock, I walked in and picked the pocket.
They be talking real big, but the proof ain’t popping,
I ain’t even hit my peak, why the fuck they keep watching?

[FLOW SWITCH — FAST, BOUNCY]
Quick with it, slick with it, talk that shit,
Big step, fresh kicks, can’t copy this.
Wrist don’t shine? Still walk like rich,
Whole flow got a glitch when I switch that pitch.

Tick-tick, boom, let the bassline knock,
Too much game, might need a damn padlock.
I don’t chase no hype, let the whole thing rock,
Bwat Bando on the beat, put the city on lock!

[HOOK — RAP CHANT, NOT SINGING]
Talk different! Walk different!
Whole room shift when I walk in it!
Big talk? Better back that shit!
I don’t say much, I just talk my shit!

Talk different! Move different!
Beat get cooked when I step up in it!
Too damn smooth, can’t counterfeit it!
Bwat Bando, bitch, don’t forget it!

[VERSE 2 — SLOW, THEN RAPID]
Look…
I’m the plot twist, the part they didn’t see coming,
Beat so hard, got the trunk doing stomach crunches.
I’m too slick with the words, got the dictionary nervous,
Every bar got a purpose, every punchline working.

Now speed it up—
I been snapping, been laughing, been casually spazzing,
Got the beat doing backflips, the whole track collapsing.
They be copying the drip, but the fit ain’t matching,
I’m a whole different flavor, no comparison happening.

Wait—pause.
Let it breathe for a second.
I’m the type to make a first impression last seven damn seconds.
I don’t need a long speech, I got short-term lessons:
Never let a loud mouth make you question your presence.

[HOOK — REPEAT]
Talk different! Walk different!
Whole room shift when I walk in it!
Big talk? Better back that shit!
I don’t say much, I just talk my shit!

Talk different! Move different!
Beat get cooked when I step up in it!
Too damn smooth, can’t counterfeit it!
Bwat Bando, bitch, don’t forget it!

[OUTRO — SPOKEN]
Yeah…
That’s enough talking.
Actually, nah…
Run that shit back.
Bwat Bando.