36 Bows lyrics

[Intro: Rubberband OG]
Woah
Yeah

[Chours: Rubberband OG]
My last thirty-six 'bows
When I sell these b*tches, I'ma buy a hundred more
Trappin' got my pockets swole
Tryna flood your city with these bags, ain't tryna do a show
Know I'm sellin' ninety-three gas, it sellin' for the low
My jewlery froze, my heart cold, these b*tches don't get the time of day
Lil' baby, you gon' f*ck me or you ain't, I ain't got time to play
Thirty thousand on this Rollie watch, I ain't got time to waste
Tired of bein' humble, f*ck that sh*t, I'm puttin' it in they face

[Verse 1: Rubberband OG]
Ever seen a young n*gga f*ck up a sack?
I was eighteen with like thirty somethin' racks
pus*y got wet when I jumped out the Scat
Dior shoes with the Dior hat
Runnin' through money, I ain't got no cap
Pipe the b*tch up, brought her brand-new hair
Spent a hundred K just on my clients
Stupid designer sh*t I wear
Trackhawk fast, it gon' tear up the road
Took your b*tch, I'ma tear up your ho
Got a lot of money, chain hittin' like woah
You got good pus*y, let me hear you say, "Woah"
'Til the day I die, never tell on the bros
Just bought a fire, put the dope in the floor
In the trap house, I just went gold
0500 thousand bags I sold
[Chours: Rubberband OG]
My last thirty-six 'bows
When I sell these b*tches, I'ma buy a hundred more
Trappin' got my pockets swole
Tryna flood your city with these bags, ain't tryna do a show
Know I'm sellin' ninety-three gas, it sellin' for the low
My jewlery froze, my heart cold, these b*tches don't get the time of day
Lil' baby, you gon' f*ck me or you ain't, I ain't got time to play
Thirty thousand on this Rollie watch, I ain't got time to waste
Tired of bein' humble, f*ck that sh*t, I'm puttin' it in they face

[Verse 2: Rubberband OG]
Every day, I'm in somethin' new
Throwin' money out the sunroof (Ooh)
Pullin' up in somethin' foolish, I'm like Shawty Lo when I come through
Too many 'bows, send a hundred more, I'ma get 'em sold
Too many hoes, told her bring a friend, I'ma f*ck 'em both
Pull up brain to drip (Pull up), pus*y wet, I slipped out
I'm so damn drunk, I nutted in her, sh*t, I tripped out
I'm the type to get a ki' to your spot and trap that b*tch out
f*ck your baby mama good and make her put your sh*t out

[Verse 3: Veeze]
Goin' good, can't f*ck it up (Yeah)
Play it right, it could turn you up
Last play, [?] came in the club
Drought came, my price went up
I was shoppin' live but sh*t not enough
You coppin' live but your price be cut
Thots givin' me top for bruh
My wedding day, I'm pourin' Wock' in the punch
Pop a seal and I'm gon' forget you
Cheatin' on my son, but she know I'm lit
God do, but I don't forgive
Pop a pill, I can't even stick
Bro clutchin', had to tell him chill
[?], b*tch, I'll throw your bills
30K how my day was spent
Young baller like Chino Hills
[Chours: Rubberband OG]
My last thirty-six 'bows
When I sell these b*tches, I'ma buy a hundred more
Trappin' got my pockets swole
Tryna flood your city with these bags, ain't tryna do a show
Know I'm sellin' ninety-three gas, it sellin' for the low
My jewlery froze, my heart cold, these b*tches don't get the time of day
Lil' baby, you gon' f*ck me or you ain't, I ain't got time to play
Thirty thousand on this Rollie watch, I ain't got time to waste
Tired of bein' humble, f*ck that sh*t, I'm puttin' it in they face

[Outro]
(Dopeboys of America)
Start that b*tch over, cuh