36 Bows Rubberband OG (Ft. Veeze)

[Intro: Rubberband OG]
Woah
Yeah

[Chours: Rubberband OG]
My last thirty-six 'bows
When I sell these bitches, I'ma buy a hundred more
Trappin' got my pockets swole
Tryna flood your city with these bags, ain't tryna do a show
Know I'm sellin' ninety-three gas, it sellin' for the low
My jewlery froze, my heart cold, these bitches don't get the time of day
Lil' baby, you gon' fuck me or you ain't, I ain't got time to play
Thirty thousand on this Rollie watch, I ain't got time to waste
Tired of bein' humble, fuck that shit, I'm puttin' it in they face

[Verse 1: Rubberband OG]
Ever seen a young nigga fuck up a sack?
I was eighteen with like thirty somethin' racks
Pussy got wet when I jumped out the Scat
Dior shoes with the Dior hat
Runnin' through money, I ain't got no cap
Pipe the bitch up, brought her brand-new hair
Spent a hundred K just on my clients
Stupid designer shit I wear
Trackhawk fast, it gon' tear up the road
Took your bitch, I'ma tear up your ho
Got a lot of money, chain hittin' like woah
You got good pussy, let me hear you say, "Woah"
'Til the day I die, never tell on the bros
Just bought a fire, put the dope in the floor
In the trap house, I just went gold
0500 thousand bags I sold