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