Mulholland Dr
[Intro]
(Clayco in this bitch)
Yeah, rubber band man
Yeah, rubber band man
[Verse]
Bitch, he only doing what he can
Bitch, I only do this 'cause I can
Yeah, I pop seals and I pop X and rubber bands
I'm what's real, bitch, fuck your ex and bring your friend
In the hills, Mulholland Drive
Ho, I'm still outside
Model X I barely drive
And I'm barely high
I just got like three for a line
This ho snort like three, four lines
Notes all on my waistband, bitch, I'm rockin' Number (N)ine
Blue notes, countin' Franklins
I can't give a damn, I might lose my mind
She don't give a damn either, damn, ho, you act stupid fine
Smokin' on this damn ether got me losing track of time
And I'll still drop a dime if she ain't up to par
And I'm king, rebel slime, yeah, we like superstars
Crashed my old whip on the highway, I'm still double bar kid
My bitch still think I read her sideways, I just got puffy eyelids
I be speeding, tryna do the dash 'cause I seen rags to riches
I got up off on my ass so she ain't have to risk it
Me and twin up in Miami, and we passin' bitches
20K off friends and family just off pants and zippers
3.6K for this hoodie and I fucking stained it
Name ring bells up in my city, I'm a fucking stain
All my opps can't get up with me 'cause they know I'm entangled
Yeah, my opps can't get up with me, yea go fuckin' tweet sum'
On the top floor of the Whitney, yeah, the master suite, ho
With a gold diggin' bitch, she just want me for my funds
This bitch so excited, know the lifestyle off of punchin'
Yeah, I know what I'm worth, I'm in no rush
I know what it's worth, I got some pieces you ain't touch
And it ain't worth it to explain, yeah, it's too much
To each own's worth, yeah, I got Rick, I'm buyin' all Rick on Raf
What you think is hard is what I think is whack
N***as running off and gentrifying swag
(Clayco in this bitch)
Yeah, rubber band man
Yeah, rubber band man
[Verse]
Bitch, he only doing what he can
Bitch, I only do this 'cause I can
Yeah, I pop seals and I pop X and rubber bands
I'm what's real, bitch, fuck your ex and bring your friend
In the hills, Mulholland Drive
Ho, I'm still outside
Model X I barely drive
And I'm barely high
I just got like three for a line
This ho snort like three, four lines
Notes all on my waistband, bitch, I'm rockin' Number (N)ine
Blue notes, countin' Franklins
I can't give a damn, I might lose my mind
She don't give a damn either, damn, ho, you act stupid fine
Smokin' on this damn ether got me losing track of time
And I'll still drop a dime if she ain't up to par
And I'm king, rebel slime, yeah, we like superstars
Crashed my old whip on the highway, I'm still double bar kid
My bitch still think I read her sideways, I just got puffy eyelids
I be speeding, tryna do the dash 'cause I seen rags to riches
I got up off on my ass so she ain't have to risk it
Me and twin up in Miami, and we passin' bitches
20K off friends and family just off pants and zippers
3.6K for this hoodie and I fucking stained it
Name ring bells up in my city, I'm a fucking stain
All my opps can't get up with me 'cause they know I'm entangled
Yeah, my opps can't get up with me, yea go fuckin' tweet sum'
On the top floor of the Whitney, yeah, the master suite, ho
With a gold diggin' bitch, she just want me for my funds
This bitch so excited, know the lifestyle off of punchin'
Yeah, I know what I'm worth, I'm in no rush
I know what it's worth, I got some pieces you ain't touch
And it ain't worth it to explain, yeah, it's too much
To each own's worth, yeah, I got Rick, I'm buyin' all Rick on Raf
What you think is hard is what I think is whack
N***as running off and gentrifying swag