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bands (ft. 2gloxk & y$n dro) - saint rubio lyrics

[chorus: saint rubio]
rubba bands, rubba
rubba, rubba bands
holding my stacks sounding
like a hand smack
runna man, runna
runna, runna man
get your mans before i pull
up my pants
rubba bands, rubba
rubba, rubba bands
holding my stacks sounding
like a hand smack
runna man, runna
runna, runna man
get your mans before i pull
up my pants

[verse 1: mba]
i want the bands, want the blues and i want the commas
imma stack a milli, yeah i put that on my momma
i don’t like to cap, i ain’t even with the drama
i be ready for the smoking and any of your problems
any n*gga wanna talk finna meet this llama
take a b*tch, p*ssy n*gga i don’t even f*cking want her
aye, aye, what it really do, i be stacking up
my bands put that on my crew
why you talking like you out here getting bands
p*ssy n*gga keep on talking, i ain’t out here throwing hint
yeah i’m really bout the funk, if it’s smoke then it’s smoke
big and bad likе my n*gga rucci, yeah north area b*tch
yuh, we stеpping out, $bz, musty pack, you know what we about
i be running to the bands, i ani’t never running out
n*gga kept on talking, so my n*gga had to stomp him out (aye)
[chorus: saint rubio]
rubba bands, rubba
rubba, rubba bands
holding my stacks sounding
like a hand smack
runna man, runna
runna, runna man
get your mans before i pull
up my pants
rubba bands, rubba
rubba, rubba bands
holding my stacks sounding
like a hand smack
runna man, runna
runna, runna man
get your mans before i pull
up my pants

[verse 2: y$n dro]
b*tch i’m geeking, yeah i’m rolling off a pill (b*tch i’m rolling)
is it beef, is it smoke, what’s the deal (what’s the deal)
if you talking to the feds, keep them sealed
talking to a pillow, that’s gonna get you k!lled
b*tch i’m leaning like a n*gga crack the seal (crack the seal)
n*ggas sipping on that boof, it ani’t real
why these n*gga love to cap, like they really in the field
i just f*cked n*ggas b*tch, now i got him in his feels
rather k!ll then get k!lled, i need a deal (on the gang)
f*ck a label, b*tch i’m tryna count a mill
most these n*ggas out here fake, but they claiming that they real
little n*gga got the steal, he gonna pop you like a pill
f*ck twelve, n*gga riding with that choppa
came in with the drum, got you singing like the opera (f*ck 12 n*gga)
gang task mobbing, so it’s free my n*ggas locked up
aye, yeah it’s free my n*ggas locked up on the gang b*tch
[chorus: saint rubio]
rubba bands, rubba
rubba, rubba bands
holding my stacks sounding
like a hand smack
runna man, runna
runna, runna man
get your mans before i pull
up my pants
rubba bands, rubba
rubba, rubba bands
holding my stacks sounding
like a hand smack
runna man, runna
runna, runna man
get your mans before i pull
up my pants

[verse 3: saint rubio]
used to count bars, now i’m counting racks (facts)
these are not just bars, but f*cking facts (aye)
f*ck different shoes, i want different cars (skirt)
and imma saint but i love wearing all black (woo)
on some batman sh*t my closest enormous
i’m the next jay leno with all the foreigns
ysl sh*t i’m off that polo, trues and jordan’s
with the girls i’m never satisfied like a mormon
i gotta white b*tch, she from the valley (valley)
cause i’m rich she f*cking with me badly (facts)
i got the honeys that wouldn’t even at me (at me)
cause now i’m young money like im j. gatsby (for real)
you mad that a motherf*cker made it out the gutter
if it wasn’t even me, it couldn’t have been no other
i do this for my mother and for my realest brothers
they call me steve cause i’m stone cold like the stunner
[chorus: saint rubio]
rubba bands, rubba
rubba, rubba bands
holding my stacks sounding
like a hand smack
runna man, runna
runna, runna man
get your mans before i pull
up my pants
rubba bands, rubba
rubba, rubba bands
holding my stacks sounding
like a hand smack
runna man, runna
runna, runna man
get your mans before i pull
up my pants

- saint rubio lyrics

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