Beast Coast – Rubberband lyrics

[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
Uh

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
They say I'm criminally underrated
Top 5 (Nah), more like the fucking greatest
Can’t compare me to nobody
'Cause nobody flow got it
Speak up on the kid, so highly
How the fuck did this nigga doubt me?
We can go there, we can talk about it
Ask you niggas where you fucking found me
I go cash a check then I catch a body
I'll go kill a rapper then I rap about it
I’m a beast, got the whole family behind me, we deep
How the whole team is elite?
How? Bitch don't act like you don't know
I got to get to the-get to the dough

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
I really hope you get everything you praying for
Even if that thing you praying for, my downfall
Amen, hallelujia
I say I'm number one, you say delusional
I woke up like fuck that humble shit, I'm on my rumble shit
Winners talk about winning, 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 rapping glass
I'm on the Highway to Hell, I count my sins then laugh and crash
I see God, stuffed a hundred grams inside the sandwich bag
Want it all, so fat it's busting through the rubber bands

[Chorus: Zombie Juice]
I want rubber bands, so I always bounce back
Counting up this money, with the pistol in my right hand
They can act up, I'ma push this shit back, back, back
I want rubber bands, so I always bounce back
Counting up this money, with the pistol in my right hand
They can act up, I’ma push this shit back, back, back

[Verse 3: Zombie Juice]
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, shit believe I’m the one
I'm back on my bully, my taxing is fury
Ice out the jury, too bad they can't hear you
Connected, we smoking
Your bitch we checking while on Tequila
Need a bag with a body like Megan The Stallion, shit
I love me a diva, young nigga stealing my ceiling fan
We looking to feed it, nah
I'm working like Jesus
We are too noble, Meechy not leachy
Zombie the logo
Justice a no-no

[Verse 4: Erick the Architect]
I spent some years on the road (Huh)
Think it’s time I come back home (Huh)
Brought that money like a coat
Come into the jungle, ready for the bro
Every single summer, nigga let it off
If there's any interest, then I pay the cost
Know these rubber bands, closer to the grams, I put that on Yams
I might get a Porsche (Yeah)
Feed me diamonds, free medallions, expensive dye
And what's bad for it?
You ask for it but you scared to buy it
Humble flex, I get crazy vibes
When I'm stressed, I know they ain't surprised
That's a cool shirt but it ain't the size
When I go berserk, I get lynched on site
When I'm in my feels, I blow a bag tonight

[Chorus: Zombie Juice]
I want rubber bands, so I always bounce back
Counting up this money, with the pistol in my right hand
They can act up, I'ma push this shit back, back, back
I want rubber bands, so I always bounce back
Counting up this money, with the pistol in my right hand
They can act up, I'ma push this shit back, back, back

[Outro: Prerecorded Audio]
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