Yukmouth - Rubberband Stacks lyrics
[Intro: ] 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! [Verse 1: ] 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 [Hook x2: ] 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 [Verse 2: Berner] My life is real, you damn right all this ice is real If you snitch you pay the price, yeah you might get k**ed My shoebox filled, white girl, two block sealed I started pushin' around the time they had 2Pac k**ed I only f** 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 sh** 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: ] 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 n***as, 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 [Hook] [Verse 4: ] 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 f**in' 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, k**in' sh** roulette You n***as get the message no checks With the [?] I'm pushin' hella weight, bow flex [Hook]