Rubberband Stacks - Berner, Cozmo, Yukmouth

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!

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

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

My life is real, you damn right all this ice is real

If you snitch you pay the price, yeah you might get killed

My shoebox filled, white girl, two block sealed

I started pushin' around the time they had 2Pac killed

I only fuck 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 shit 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

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 niggas, 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

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 fuckin' 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, killin' shit roulette

You niggas get the message no checks

With the I’m pushin' hella weight, bow flex