Songtexte Rubber Grip - Bucko

Rather they wanna see me fall then not wanna see me at allI'm so Exquisite
The windows to my soul is tinted
I can go da distance
My goal get lifted
Every time I go ballistic
On da road to riches
I'm so mf hot I need a solar system
Ain have a pot so I found a bowl to piss in
I see u roll with snitches
Den say u hate snakes u a fuckin cobra nigga
It be da hoest niggas always tryna notice niggas
Ain even wave back you don't fuckin kno me nigga

Everyday I wake and bake
Like breakfast in the morning
My favorite team LA
Cause I be smoking California
I'm heading in da storm
She give me head until I'm snoring
I stay up in dat pussy
Ain ready to be born
Ready for da war
Waiting for dem to pull
Ima let it pour
Wave of bullets wet him up
Sea shells up on da shore
Mops Nd street sweepers getting ready for some chores

Niggas act strong
Can't act long
He tried to run got his track on
Dat Mac blowin at yo Backbone
Rubber grip on da grip
I got a strap on with a strap on
That bitch blow like a saxophone
Got a mask on who da fuck is this was his last thought
Got dat pocket rocket I'll blast off
Ain't waiting for him to see me
Ain't no stand off
I'm
It's rebel gang
But u knew that tho
Told that bitch if I got wood it's a 2 by 4
Niggas put in work for dat box like a cubicle
Find out everything about u then I shoot ya dome
Now u just somebody that a used to know
Boa I'm super cold
Yo bitch super soaked
Beat dat pussy til she sore den tell her use her throat
Den I make her choke
I hope u takin notes
I be makin money
U niggas makin jokes