Yea Yea Rubberband OG (Ft. YFN Lucci)

HOOK (Rubberband OG)
You get money, yo trap do numbers?
You bout to cop a foreign car for the summer?
Gotta make sure you got some solid n*ggas wit you
Them h*es sweating the same ones who used to diss you
You f*cking h*es now, designer clothes now
You got shooters ready to wipe a n*gga nose now
You can’t f*ck that check up you gotta save some
Buy them pounds, break em down with your day ones

VERSE 1 (Rubberband OG)
Lil n*gga done took off (took off)
Think about all the haters you shook off (shook off)
Think about all the n*ggas they ain't look out
Now look how we balling, we in the playoffs
Car with no roof now, Bentley coupe now
Them h*es ain't wanna f*ck, you f*cking em by the two now
You made yourself a boss, so you ain’t got sh*t to prove now
Them youngins on the front line, ready to shoot now
I been tweaking I been geeking off them Percocets
Got pulled over by the law, hope they don’t search this b*tch
Ain’t got time to lay up with her, I’m tryna work the b*tch
Make her hit the road, pick up them loads
Lil n*gga solid you know he won’t bend or fold
He bout his paper he ain't chasing after h*es
He went to Cali found a plug on them bows
How to get some money, sh*t, that’s all that n*gga know