Bando - Junior RCE: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Bando

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Bando was released on August 8, 2025 by Kurate / GAMBL as a part of the album Bando - Single

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OVERVIEW

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Junior RCE

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Alex Rhys Hopkins

Alex Rhys Hopkins

Composer

Sebastian Obasohan

Sebastian Obasohan

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Nicholas Thayer

Nicholas Thayer

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Edgar Movsisyan

Edgar Movsisyan

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Aleksander Ulitin

Aleksander Ulitin

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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jay Karin

Producer

.diedlonely

Producer

Sebz Beatz

Producer

Nick Thayer

Producer

Lyrics

Sam's beats, baby

(Ay, tweeko mixed this one)

Hey (you know it sounds cold), yo

You don't know, nothing about OT

I was tryna pack my work rate when on my birthday

Even went country with Broski mom's like, "Why did you go in the first place?" (Why?)

I'm filling my cup wit' codeine, hope that don't put me in a worst place

There's five plus years, and it's 19 plate, but don't get cold, that's the worst case

When I grab that pattern, I break it down

Generate racks from breaking pounds

Bando flats in a vacant house

RCE just know we about

Bringing them packs to the midlands ooh now, shit

Shipping the cash down south (down south)

Two summers, ain't no droughts (no droughts)

You want proof? Go in my pouch (uh-huh)

Strips covered in Js, gotta relocate

I got both packs where I save that day

Tryna lay low, but my lifestyle's bait

I thrive in the dark night like Bruce Wayne

Got more than enough on my plate

I see guys that rule, that real too fake

Don't give two fucks, got temple streams on my car got love for the game

Remember the time I was out on the main

Dropped my Rambo, had to jump on the blade

Remember the times I jumped on the train

I did it for money, I don't care about fame (okay, man)

You don't know what man had to go through

Goku turn a man super saiyan

Double cup, I sip in the rain I'm still fucked, I feel it again

And I been on my grind no kickflip

I breathe and I pack my quickness

Stinking Sulphur flipping a biscuit

And I care about my life, I risked it

It just took one line, start twitching

And my mouth stays closed if it ain't about dough

Sound like Homer Simpson, cutting out keys like tips

Stuck in the system, no, I ain't switching

Tryna make me plea, I ain't listening

Gotta pay this fee, I ain't tripping

Cc on my feet and my bitches

And I ain't even got the time of day for the violent way

Should I stay out the way? (Out the way)

It's me on my own when the shit turns gray

Only want to know when they hear about pay

When I grab that pattern, I break it down

Generate racks from breaking pounds

Bando flats in a vacant house

RCE just know we about

Bringing them packs to the midlands ooh now, shit

Shipping the cash down south

Two summers, ain't no droughts

You want proof? Go in my pouch (uh-huh)

When I grab that pattern, I break it down

Generate racks from breaking pounds

Bando flats in a vacant house

RCE just know we about

Bringing them packs to the midlands ooh now, shit

Shipping the cash down south

Two summers, ain't no droughts

You want proof? Go in my pouch

Written by: Aleksander Ulitin, Alex Rhys Hopkins, Edgar Movsisyan, Nicholas Thayer, Sebastian Obasohan

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