Tan Rubber Bandz Lyrics

(Whatever)

Cojo getting out, you niggas, yall gon' die

Bitch see I'm balling, now she wanna join the live

Cooling Maserati, while I load the Draco on the side

Niggas bold when they be home, they turn to hoes, they be outside

Niggas can't get shit for free, that's why I pay them boys to slide

Damn, huh

I den' said too much, huh

Perfect tan rubber bandz, I den' ran it up, huh

I gave the lawyer 50 but he get 60 out of love, huh

Bitch hate when I'm roun' the block, she always say"good luck", huh

Fuck all that talking shit, Sk's, Ak's, really get to extorting shit

Said trapping was over? Wait til the third quarter hit

Got a whole lot of money, finna buy a bunch of bullshit

If I walk in the house, than the gun got a full clip

In the studio, ARP on me, tryn boom shit

White bitch can't cook, so I think I got food sick

Smelling like a pound got arrested, I ain't even fucking do shit, huh

They say"calm it down", every fourth of July Imma pop a round

Bih knew she lied, she don't come around

Like the army, I'm used to the chopper sounds

Told the bih"take this xan, you needa dumb it down"

I ain't fucking with her friend, got the loudest mouth

All this water on my neck, never be a drought

She gon get on her knees just to get some clout

(TNB, TNB)