Lyrics Gz Up - Cris Streetz

I'm just in love with the rubber bands
She just in love with my lifestyle
Hurting a fuck nigga feelings
Every time that I ride around
All my niggas split the pie now
Still G's up hoes down
Might buy this bitch two bags
Still G's up hoes down
I'm just in love with the rubber bands
She just in love with my lifestyle
Hurting a fuck nigga feelings
Every time that I ride around
All my niggas split the pie now
Still G's up hoes down
Might buy this bitch two bags
Still G's up hoes down

Buy a bitch like 2 bags
New Celine & a go yard
Couple packs take em on road
Never question if I'm on job
Make it look sooo easy
Like all I ever do is catch lobs
Lob city more like choppa city
Deandre Jordan how I throw it down
All these boys talk hella work
But never seen a pound or key
All these boys claim they really ride
When that pressure on turn to parakeets
Bird niggas bout to ruffle feathers
Told em watch us and get ya shit together
All I ever did was give hope
None of my niggas going broke
Gave a couple niggas couple chances
What they did fuckin choke
Always been nicer than I should
So I let em hang on my fucking coat
All these joints trying to come around
Cuz I'm my knotted like I'm tying ropes
When it's 40 out catch me in a leather
Just copped a Sherpa when the weather low

I'm just in love with the rubber bands
She just in love with my lifestyle
Hurting a fuck nigga feelings
Every time that I ride around
All my niggas split the pie now
Still G's up hoes down
Might buy this bitch two bags
Still G's up hoes down
I'm just in love with the rubber bands
She just in love with my lifestyle
Hurting a fuck nigga feelings
Every time that I ride around
All my niggas split the pie now
Still G's up hoes down
Might buy this bitch two bags
Still G's up hoes down

I'm just in love wit the rubber bands
She just wanna see the money dance
She jus wanna have a great time
Trying to cut her and her friends
Suckas always shook at the spot
Ask promoters why they let the, in
Cuz that money talks Charlie sheen
Chris tucker with a Tripple beam
Benz swerving like I'm on some lean
Dolla dolla bill you ain't bout the cream
Pillow talking with them hoes
Everything you do boy you done fucked up
Vice had her in the spot couple backwoods
Guess what she told us
I got the blueprint on ya
Got them hittas on call
Toys know they on deck
Like Steph hit you from far
Baskin Robbins wit the flavors
Told em miss me with the favors
All this shit self made
Counting paper on the wake up
Taxing niggas like a pay stub
When we come around fix ya face up

I'm just in love with the rubber bands
She just in love with my lifestyle
Hurting a fuck nigga feelings
Every time that I ride around
All my niggas split the pie now
Still G's up hoes down
Might buy this bitch two bags
Still G's up hoes down
I'm just in love with the rubber bands
She just in love with my lifestyle
Hurting a fuck nigga feelings
Every time that I ride around
All my niggas split the pie now
Still G's up hoes down
Might buy this bitch two bags
Still G's up hoes down