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storm - rubberband roc lyrics

run off with that pack we play manhunt on ya block
i’m in the trap still and i’m posted by the pot
f*ck that lil thot b*tch i only want the gwop

broski keep that glock we pull up and make it hot
tough guy in the club then we catch him in the lot
my n*gga whats a bird my homies need a flock
and my junkie sleeping you pull up just please don’t knock
i’m running out of cut again sh*t gotta restock

told my runner gotta week i’m talking no extension
you don’t pull up with that bread we’ll circle with extendeds
told my plug i’m out already hurry up and send it
eh fresh up out the trenches and i really meant it
i’m nothing like these n*ggas b*tch i feel offended
we want all the smoke we don’t want to end it
told ya b*tch i want the top but she want me bend it
eh i know that mouth well i swear i’m a dentist
eh stuck up on her face like a f*cking blemish
eh stuck up in the paint you can call me dennis
peeling back them green 20’s looking like its lettuce
tryna cross the border but they won’t let us
so i’m a build a buzz so we got some leverage
eh i drop the lean in that fanta beverage
i told my b*tch counting up is my only fetish
watch you run then my shooter pull it deep like redd*ck

run off with that pack we play manhunt on ya block
i’m in the trap still and i’m posted by the pot
f*ck that lil thot b*tch i only want the gwop
broski keep that glock we pull up and make it hot
tough guy in the club then we catch him in the lot
my n*gga whats a bird my homies need a flock
and my junkie sleeping you pull up just please don’t knock
i’m running out of cut again sh*t gotta restock

they begging for attention thugging for a mention
eh free all my demons in the east detention
i’m trapping out this b*tch i ain’t got no pension
eh b*tch get outta pocket put her on suspension
i don’t wanna k!ll these n*ggas but they really tempting
but please forgive me lord its money i’m defending
i’m trying to run it up my n*gga no descending
we don’t argue back and forth it’s only shots we sending
eh i’m tryna bless my bregins rubberband the reverend
eh the undisputed that means no contending
no consignment want it up front n*gga we ain’t lending
lower east the pendant got the money pending
real as they come my n*gga no pretending
eh she get up and get it she so independent
when i’m counting up don’t interrupt just let me finish
eh in the kitchen whipping like a chemist

run off with that pack we play manhunt on ya…
i’m in the trap still and i’m posted by the…
f*ck that lil thot b*tch i only want the…
broski keep that glock we pull up and make it…
tough guy in the club then we catch him…
my n*gga whats a bird my homies need a…
and my junkie sleeping you pull up…
i’m running out of cut again sh*t gotta restock

- rubberband roc lyrics

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