Broken Rubberbands

Yeah, uh Yeah A.K.A. Laurenovicci Yo, yo Hot blocks, corrupt cops, traffic at drug spots Still up in the midst of this shit, my niggas love knots Queens hustlers get bread, connects trust us Chrome busters that move yay to these lusters Bad bitches and drug dealers most of my network Fuck around lose your net worth over some wet work Patrón season, off top my stone's blingin' I rock only high quality with no apology Beef and brocollis, 40 Belows In the 745, $740 for O's 730 ridin' dirty right in front of our shows Never ever bought a loosie, Guccis cover my toes We ain't them other niggas, move gracious, my whip spacious Matter fact we bought space ships with small faces Crumpled up ones and fives up at the dealership Triple beam dreams with fiends is what we dealin' with Hand knitted sweaters get draped over Berettas Taking time out to go and write my niggas letters You'll be home soon pushing V12s and breaking seashells Whipping something German bagging shorties up with Sherman Late night maneuvering, Manny's and grandma Cocaine is part of the plan, pa, uh That's what I'm talkin' about, playa playa That's what I'm talkin' about, haha Yo, keep your head up man And stay hard on the motherfuckin' tunes (tunes tunes tunes tunes) Yo, criminal mind that changed the climate Live life and then I rhyme it Blueprint designer got my inner circle shining Illegal life my wife, street matrimony, clap a phony Connects play and tango Manchego macaroni, plate it up Bottles of wine that's organic My niggas flipping work that's raw while y'all panic Meanwhile your shit's stepped on somethin' like a ladder My elevation's evident, you niggas lookin' sadder I'm a bison with a Breitling, fly shines with extra icing Type of shit I'm writin' makes this fuckin' life enticing, uh You never sold drugs so stop fronting This is just the way that we move we not stunting Rock chains to buy groceries, keep my waistline toasty My works on the strip play the bassline closely Watch the fly from a bird's eye view, speak words that's true Y'all acting like y'all fam 'cause you heard I blew? Shit I never fucked with y'all niggas man, stop playin' Might've slapped your hand breezin' through Maneuvering graciously We might've had some small talk at the corner store But you ain't runnin' with me, you didn't fuck with me You didn't fuck with my niggas Matter of fact, you ain't even like my niggas Yo, you want me to call you at five? Nigga, why you givin' me this? My nigga, I'm going with you! No you not I don't wanna go—nigga, I go home! Nigga, we going to two different airports, you want your money? Who cares? Let's leave! Your receipts is in there Fuck this shit! This is all, come on, I'm gonna take 'em up (okay babe) Why you takin' me up? I gotta make sure you go inside the room with these bags Nigga, fuck these bags A couple pair of kicks Some Louis Vuitton shit Who the fuck cares nigga?