Berner, Young Noble, Yukmouth, Cozmo - Rubberband Stacks lyrics
[Berner, Young Noble, Yukmouth, Cozmo - Rubberband Stacks lyrics]
Yeah, it's your boy man
The bay area's definitely in the building
I'm kinda frustrated right now tho
Like a few grand short of a million
You know what I mean?
I don't know if you know
How that feels but, listen, yo!
The west coast is with me
The toasters with me
I smoke sticky by the zip that go for 450
Can't trust my close homies, they so shifty
Wanna stick around hoping that they
Gon' blow with me
All on my dick like cars no fifty
But all I know is I
Got something that hold 60
If I get shot and die
Is y'all gon' go with me
I can't tell, this music business is so risky
This Hennessy and purple got me so tipsy
I'm off balance but straight cause
The 44's with me
Pull up to the spot, got 4 hoes with me
They some riders
Ready to do whatever so quickly
I stary lighten up trees, I'm so hippie
Like Bad Boy, whatever I need it's no biggie
I was born in Frisco, a cold city
I'm a young buck but I got a old soul in me
Rubberband stacks
Cardboard box full of hundred grand racks
Now homie let's handle that
I'm a couple grand back, few short of a mill
So now it's time to bag the
Weight up and rubberband that
My life is real
You damn right all this ice is real
If you snitch you pay the price
Yeah you might get killed
My shoebox filled, white girl
Two block sealed
I started pushin' around the time
They had 2Pac killed
I only fuck with the mob
Them other dudes not real
He took his time like a man
The other two got deals
Fresh back, feeling great
You see the Benz is out
I get way more cake when I send them out
These other rap cats mad cause
Their buzz is mad
They don't wanna see cous' around
But, I'm right here
And I'm reppin' 210, this is my year
I'm in the city, damn right I'mma die here
Military shit with the beam on it
Blowing OG and I got my whole team on it
Yeah, young Berner I'mma ball baby
Brought 20 racks just to spend
At the mall baby yeah I got
Rubberband stacks
Cardboard box full of hundred grand racks
Now homie let's handle that
I'm a couple grand back, few short of a mill
So now it's time to bag the
Weight up and rubberband that
My outlawz is with me, my dogs is with me
I got the whole bay with me
Berner and Coz with me
Rubberband rap keep stacks in the shoebox
Invest it in the block, real estate
Stop-op-op! Penetrate your top with this
Thang I'm talking
A voice of the young niggas
Turnin' nothing in to something
Military monster, millionaire crap game
Made my first million in
This independent rap game
10 toes down and ones on the curve
Report card the same from California
Shawty know I'm about that grind
I don't play with it
If it ain't about gettin' no paper
I prolly ain't with it the clock is turning
You can ask Coz and Berner
We on the block till all
The hours of the morning
Beats and 16's, with the white and the green
To me it's the same thang
Feed these sick beans
Rubberband stacks
Cardboard box full of hundred grand racks
Now homie let's handle that
I'm a couple grand back, few short of a mill
So now it's time to bag the
Weight up and rubberband that
Look, money machine runnin' through
A hundred key
Brrrppting, but we snowing on a sunny day
They call me money man
I knock 'em out the box hoppin' out
Rock, but you can still get the chicken soft
Peel it back you fuckin' with the guwops
Mi amigo get a boat load, I get them offs
Send them off
Make them touch down without kickin' off
Louis knapsacks, stacks on deck
Kush to that purp, I got them packs on deck
Lying on that H, I got that smack on deck
Everytime I dealing cake I keep
That mac on deck
Flex, diamonds on my neck so wet
21's on the Corvette, killin' shit roulette
You niggas get the message no checks
With the I'm pushin' hella weight, bow flex
Rubberband stacks
Cardboard box full of hundred grand racks
Now homie let's handle that
I'm a couple grand back, few short of a mill
So now it's time to bag the
Weight up and rubberband that
The bay area's definitely in the building
I'm kinda frustrated right now tho
Like a few grand short of a million
You know what I mean?
I don't know if you know
How that feels but, listen, yo!
The west coast is with me
The toasters with me
I smoke sticky by the zip that go for 450
Can't trust my close homies, they so shifty
Wanna stick around hoping that they
Gon' blow with me
All on my dick like cars no fifty
But all I know is I
Got something that hold 60
If I get shot and die
Is y'all gon' go with me
I can't tell, this music business is so risky
This Hennessy and purple got me so tipsy
I'm off balance but straight cause
The 44's with me
Pull up to the spot, got 4 hoes with me
They some riders
Ready to do whatever so quickly
I stary lighten up trees, I'm so hippie
Like Bad Boy, whatever I need it's no biggie
I was born in Frisco, a cold city
I'm a young buck but I got a old soul in me
Rubberband stacks
Cardboard box full of hundred grand racks
Now homie let's handle that
I'm a couple grand back, few short of a mill
So now it's time to bag the
Weight up and rubberband that
My life is real
You damn right all this ice is real
If you snitch you pay the price
Yeah you might get killed
My shoebox filled, white girl
Two block sealed
I started pushin' around the time
They had 2Pac killed
I only fuck with the mob
Them other dudes not real
He took his time like a man
The other two got deals
Fresh back, feeling great
You see the Benz is out
I get way more cake when I send them out
These other rap cats mad cause
Their buzz is mad
They don't wanna see cous' around
But, I'm right here
And I'm reppin' 210, this is my year
I'm in the city, damn right I'mma die here
Military shit with the beam on it
Blowing OG and I got my whole team on it
Yeah, young Berner I'mma ball baby
Brought 20 racks just to spend
At the mall baby yeah I got
Rubberband stacks
Cardboard box full of hundred grand racks
Now homie let's handle that
I'm a couple grand back, few short of a mill
So now it's time to bag the
Weight up and rubberband that
My outlawz is with me, my dogs is with me
I got the whole bay with me
Berner and Coz with me
Rubberband rap keep stacks in the shoebox
Invest it in the block, real estate
Stop-op-op! Penetrate your top with this
Thang I'm talking
A voice of the young niggas
Turnin' nothing in to something
Military monster, millionaire crap game
Made my first million in
This independent rap game
10 toes down and ones on the curve
Report card the same from California
Shawty know I'm about that grind
I don't play with it
If it ain't about gettin' no paper
I prolly ain't with it the clock is turning
You can ask Coz and Berner
We on the block till all
The hours of the morning
Beats and 16's, with the white and the green
To me it's the same thang
Feed these sick beans
Rubberband stacks
Cardboard box full of hundred grand racks
Now homie let's handle that
I'm a couple grand back, few short of a mill
So now it's time to bag the
Weight up and rubberband that
Look, money machine runnin' through
A hundred key
Brrrppting, but we snowing on a sunny day
They call me money man
I knock 'em out the box hoppin' out
Rock, but you can still get the chicken soft
Peel it back you fuckin' with the guwops
Mi amigo get a boat load, I get them offs
Send them off
Make them touch down without kickin' off
Louis knapsacks, stacks on deck
Kush to that purp, I got them packs on deck
Lying on that H, I got that smack on deck
Everytime I dealing cake I keep
That mac on deck
Flex, diamonds on my neck so wet
21's on the Corvette, killin' shit roulette
You niggas get the message no checks
With the I'm pushin' hella weight, bow flex
Rubberband stacks
Cardboard box full of hundred grand racks
Now homie let's handle that
I'm a couple grand back, few short of a mill
So now it's time to bag the
Weight up and rubberband that