Work N Rubberbands
(专辑: Street God 4: Tried & True - 2016)
[Project Pat:] We don't play about that work and them rubber bands We don't play about that work and them rubber bands We don't play about that work and them rubber bands Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a
murder man We don't play about that work and them rubber bands We don't play about that work and them rubber bands We don't play about that work and them rubber bands Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a
murder man It's money on the
table, [?] he gon' die Finna take your chance to get this cash, [?] nigga gon' try Fuck police and them snitches, sons of bitches, bullets can fly Chopper bullets make ten canaries bake like chicken pop pie If you real like you say you is, the
streets gon' tell it, no lie If you wanna get [?] I'm gon' always hustle on the
low so my pockets stay high I
got those who'll let them triggers blow, one snap my fingers, you die Blowing gas straight from Mexico, that's why my brain's in the
sky Talk about taking something [?] Colombian neck tie Coming straight up the
banana boat, now I'm gon' put the
town Making plays like the
Superbowl, each one gon' be a
touchdown We don't play about that work and them rubber bands We don't play about that work and them rubber bands We don't play about that work and them rubber bands Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a
murder man We don't play about that work and them rubber bands We don't play about that work and them rubber bands We don't play about that work and them rubber bands Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a
murder man [Juicy J:] My fingers tired from counting fetti Triple bands on a
hundred, I
don't fuck with 20's Unless they young and they hungry, for [?] More dig drugs, never [?] drugs Fucking two bitches with four bluffs Your nigga lost his bitch I'm walking in on some boss shit Juicy J, I
talk money I
don't talk shit I
want it all, I
don't care what the
cost is I'm so motherfucking fly, I
should star on Startreck And they should bring that show back, let me show niggas how to swag Money talk, I
promise I
heard your money last I
ain't got no [?] my past All them niggas on me, [?] in the
grass Catching my ashes From the
end of my weed smoke Rubber bands my jewelry, nigga Diamonds is my weed, man [Project Pat:] We don't play about that work and them rubber bands We don't play about that work and them rubber bands We don't play about that work and them rubber bands Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a
murder man We don't play about that work and them rubber bands We don't play about that work and them rubber bands We don't play about that work and them rubber bands Fuck with my rubber bands, it's a
murder man