flubber - southsidesilhouette lyrics
[intro]
woah, woah (vanguard)
woah, woah
woah, woah
woah, woah
[chorus]
and i’m stacking these racks with my brother
got the drip like i hop out the tubber’
hopping in the whip and we burnin’ rubber
thumbing through hundreds and fifties and dubbers
yeah, a n*gga came straight out the gutter
and i got them mad, yeah, they all b*tter
and i step in a casual fit with the double m, yeah, it got all the numbers
[verse]
i was just a jit watching that blubber
now a n*gga get hot like the summer
and i walk in that b*tch, yeah, i know i’m too hot but i still walk in with a lil’ puffer
i’m just having for [?], ’cause they hate to see me in the duffer
and i know i can hit that b*tch like a quick trip and once i’m done, i’m finna dump her, uh
yeah, yo’ b*tch a lover, ask about me, we was bumper to bumper
uh, pass her to brother, give her the ting and she bounce like a jumper
uh, uppin’ and thumping, f*ck with the gang, i swear we ain’t bumpers
uh, “where the ho’s at?” n*gga, don’t ask me, go get a little compass
uh, i got the green and my pockets big vegan i feel like a buffet
uh, finna blow like a musket, b*tch, i go in every time like a bucket, uh
give a f*ck, no, i doesn’t, go blow a bag, i’m the n*gga that does it
uh she gon’ walk in and buss it, ’cause she know i am that n*gga she loves it
[verse 2]
b*tch, i’m in la with the whole gang*gang
rub me the wrong way, it might go bang bang
step like the runway, i let my chain hang
dreads in my face, looking like bayangs
hitting the bank ’cause i need my mayangs
drip in my wallet looking like it’s a fountain
field with the stars, yeah, that sh*t outta yo’ range
and i’m doing this often, b*tch, i be balling
uh, yeah, i’m balling, and yo’ b*tch hit my phone, yeah she calling
i don’t answer unless money we talking
i don’t clock out, yeah, b*tch, i just clock in
getting checks and i make a deposit
stack it up and i cop me some ounces
yeah, they hatin’ but i just be clowning
’cause these n*ggas know nothing about me
[chorus]
uh, and i’m stacking these racks with my brother
got the drip like i hop out the tubber
hopping in the whip and we burnin’ rubber
thumbing through hundreds and fifties and dubbers
yeah, a n*gga came straight out the gutter
and i got them mad, yeah, they all b*tter
and i step in a casual fit with the double m, yeah, it got all the numbers
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