Sell Out

I rubberband all the money I-
I rubberband all the-

I rubberband all the money, I'm ready
I go to the club on the weekend (Go to the club on the weekend)
They see the Ice in my Veins, no funny
They tryna do whatever we can
Pillow talking on the phone, I tried to wake 'em up
But they was sleeping (They was sleeping)
How you switched up on the homies for Dollars, and Prada's
These niggas buggin' they be tweakin'

I had to earth me a nigga
My niggas popping them percs, and them triggers
Im 'bout to hurt me a nigga (Im 'bout to)
Smoking on dead but don't pass me the Swisher
I pray to God he be with you
If Satan don't do it, I got to go get you
I got a team of eleven
If he talking hot, then we got to go Blitz 'em
These niggas cappin' they front on the gram
But he ain't the same when we see 'em (Same when we see 'em)
These niggas saying they fucking on bad bitches
But just look at his BM
I got bitches all up in the DM
The kid, I swear the kid they really wanna see 'em
Now they hate a nigga for no reason, yeah (For no reason)
I swear the Z, they wanna be him
I switch 'em out like clothes
Brown skin her name Nicki, she need a Ménage
She walk with all white toes
She ain't gone answer to you, but for me she reply
Galileo run the show, like
Tell the promoter it's me, bet he open the door
Devil knocking at the door, like
Yeah, I've been fighting my demons, I go toe to toe
Grandma gone, so nobody praying for me
Tell my son if I go, what to carry for me
And when shit hit the fan, niggas jetted on me
I found out on my own, 'cause they kept it from me
Grandma gone, so nobody praying for me
Tell my son if I go, what to carry for me (Carry for me)
And when shit hit the fan
Niggas jetted on me (Jetted on me)
I found out on my own, 'cause they kept it from me, like

I rubberband all the money, I'm ready
I go to the club on the weekend (Go to the club on the weekend)
They see the Ice in my Veins, no funny
They tryna do whatever we can (We can, yea)
Pillow talking on the phone, I tried to wake 'em up
But they was sleeping (They was sleeping)
How you switched up on the homies for Dollars, and Prada's
These niggas buggin' they be tweakin'

I had to earth me a nigga
My niggas popping them percs and them triggers
Im 'bout to hurt me a nigga (Im 'bout to)
Smoking on dead but don't pass me the Swisher
I pray to God he be with you
If Satan don't do it, I got to go get you
I got a team of eleven
If he talking hot, then we got to go Blitz 'em
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