RubberBandz
Rubber bands round my Guap
I'm trading stocks
I'm trading forex but we still gon play the block
That boy talking like he tough
He really not
How you causing static still the one to call the cops
I'm not even in a gang
Still gotta keep a Glock
Cause in Brooklyn even
Niggas w degrees could get popped
I got haters on my gram
Who's bitches on my cock
I'm in LA in the Telly
Punches pieces in the spot
While my name was in your mouth
Your bitches mouth it held my kids
Drop that bitch off at your crib
And watch you kiss her on the lips
She keep ringing down my line I told that bitch to get a grip
I charge thirty for a dime nigga this expensive shit
Tour dates nigga mark off ya calendar
Ya bitch want me to chase after her
But shawty stories not addin up
So I fucked her then I fucked her friend after her
I need to rollup
Got ideas that I need to jot down
We was just kids on the block
Now my brother he runnin the block now
If we heard you talking hot me and brother run you and ya moms down
I'm really addicted to guap I cant love a bitch but I'm in love w the bands now
My hustle could never stopped
I know that I've never been regular
I got ya bitch givin me top
I'm recording her all in my cellular
I got her tapping out with her legs up Like a submission we wrestlers
I be blacking out off the Henny Breaking the law like a senator
Bitch I'm a champ like the pats
That's ya bitch she got premium
She was just givin neck in the trap
Now she gon make you run up the bag
Niggas be throwing subliminals
I got them mad cause I'm working hard while they doing the minimal
I can't be broke boi that's pitiful
Even my mother can tell that I've changed she like what's gotten into you
Niggas be throwing subliminals
I got them mad cause I'm working hard while they doing the minimal
I can't be broke boi that's pitiful
Even my mother can tell that I've changed she like what's gotten into you
Rubbersband round my Guap
I'm trading stocks
I'm trading forex but I still play the block
That boy talking like he tough
He really not
How you causing static still the one to call the cops
I'm not even in a gang
Still gotta keep a Glock
Cause in Brooklyn even
Niggas w degrees could get popped
I'm trading stocks
I'm trading forex but we still gon play the block
That boy talking like he tough
He really not
How you causing static still the one to call the cops
I'm not even in a gang
Still gotta keep a Glock
Cause in Brooklyn even
Niggas w degrees could get popped
I got haters on my gram
Who's bitches on my cock
I'm in LA in the Telly
Punches pieces in the spot
While my name was in your mouth
Your bitches mouth it held my kids
Drop that bitch off at your crib
And watch you kiss her on the lips
She keep ringing down my line I told that bitch to get a grip
I charge thirty for a dime nigga this expensive shit
Tour dates nigga mark off ya calendar
Ya bitch want me to chase after her
But shawty stories not addin up
So I fucked her then I fucked her friend after her
I need to rollup
Got ideas that I need to jot down
We was just kids on the block
Now my brother he runnin the block now
If we heard you talking hot me and brother run you and ya moms down
I'm really addicted to guap I cant love a bitch but I'm in love w the bands now
My hustle could never stopped
I know that I've never been regular
I got ya bitch givin me top
I'm recording her all in my cellular
I got her tapping out with her legs up Like a submission we wrestlers
I be blacking out off the Henny Breaking the law like a senator
Bitch I'm a champ like the pats
That's ya bitch she got premium
She was just givin neck in the trap
Now she gon make you run up the bag
Niggas be throwing subliminals
I got them mad cause I'm working hard while they doing the minimal
I can't be broke boi that's pitiful
Even my mother can tell that I've changed she like what's gotten into you
Niggas be throwing subliminals
I got them mad cause I'm working hard while they doing the minimal
I can't be broke boi that's pitiful
Even my mother can tell that I've changed she like what's gotten into you
Rubbersband round my Guap
I'm trading stocks
I'm trading forex but I still play the block
That boy talking like he tough
He really not
How you causing static still the one to call the cops
I'm not even in a gang
Still gotta keep a Glock
Cause in Brooklyn even
Niggas w degrees could get popped
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Writer(s): Derrick Livingston
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