Songtext zu 'Rubberband' von Beast Coast

Uh, they say I'm criminally underrated
Top five? Nah, more like the fuckin’ greatest
Can't compare me to nobody
Get slow bodied, the flow got it
They speak up on the kid so highly
How the fuck did this nigga doubt me?
We could go there, we could talk about it
Ask you niggas where you fuckin' found me
I’ll go cash a check and then I catch a body
I'll go kill a rapper, then I rap about it
I'm a beast, got the whole Flatbush behind me, we deep
How the whole team is elite?
How? Bitch, don't you act like you don't know
I got to get to the, get to the dough

I really hope you get everything you prayin' for
Even if that thing you prayin' for my downfall
Amen, hallelujah
I say I'm number one, you say delusional
Woke up like fuck that humble shit, I’m on my rumble shit
Winners talk about winnin’, losers talk about other shit
You never get what you deserve, just what you negotiate
You want the bag, I want the safe
Click-clack, nobody safe
Clap, you look like fashion and my verses be like rappin' class
I’m on the highway to Hell, I count my sins, then laugh and crash
Acid God, stuffed a hundred grams inside the sandwich bag
Money knots, so fat it's bustin' through the rubber bands

I'm a rubber band man, so I always bounce back (back)
Countin’ up this bread, with the biscuit in my lap (lap)
Nigga act up, we gon' push his shit back, back, back
I'm a rubber band man, so I always bounce back (back)
Countin' up this bread, with the biscuit in my lap (lap)
Nigga act up, we gon' push his shit back, back, back

I'm a little bit different, see
My visual, delivery spiritual
I'm not who you want me to be
I am who I am, yeah, believe I'm the one
I'm back on my bully, more Tyson than Fury, yeah
Ice out the jewelry, too loud, they can't hear you
Connected, we smokin'
Your bitches be chuggin' white wine and tequila
Need a bae with a body like Megan Thee Stallion, shit
I love me a diva, none the concealer
Might vacuum the seal if I need it
We lookin' defeated? Nah, I'm walkin' like Jesus
We at the Nobu Matsuhisa
Zombie the logo, test us a no-no

Yeah, I spent some years on the road (huh)
Think it's time I come back home (huh)
Hoard that money like a cult
Come into the jungle, ready for the brawl
Every single summer, nigga let it off
If it's any interest, then I pay the cost
So these rubber bands closer to them grams
I put that on Yams, I might get a Porsche, yeah
Feed me diamonds, free medallions
That's expensive diet, and what's bad for?
I gotta ask for it but you scared to buy it
Humble flex, I get crazy vibes
So when I'm stressed, I know they ain't surprised
That's a cool shirt but it ain't your size
When I go berserk, I get laser sight
When I'm in my feels, I blow a bag tonight

I'm a rubber band man, so I always bounce back (back)
Countin' up this bread, with the biscuit in my lap (lap)
Nigga act up, we gon' push his shit back, back, back
I'm a rubber band man, so I always bounce back (back)
Countin' up this bread, with the biscuit in my lap (lap)
Nigga act up, we gon' push his shit back, back, back

Shut the fuck up, see
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, bum ass nigga
Haha, yo
Bum ass nigga