Rubber Band

I don't even know why the fuck I'm trippin'
I don't even know why my bitch trippin'
Nigga I woke up early, getting it
33 Bitch I'm feeling like Pippen
Glock on me, trigger finger itchin'
Pot on me, but I ain't in a kitchen
Clock on me, cause' i'm bagging sticky
Cock on me just for fucking these bitches

Yeah
Pardon me, are you smoking a Swisher?
I was smoking a wood and she took my picture
I was fucking her good, ain't got time for no kissing

Yeah
Rubber banding Jacksons, I be rubber banding Jacksons Up
Rubber banding Jacksons, I be rubber banding Jacksons Up
Rubber banding Jackson, rubber band

Smoking on zaza, diesel, octane
Pussy ass nigga scoping, watching
Shoot a fuck nigga, I ain't fighting

Why the fuck you think I carry this license?
All this jewelry on me it came with prices
She was sucking on me, she did it nicely

Know a few niggas who keep them choppers
Know a few jitterbugs who really robbing
Know a few sticks who really be copping

Yeah
Rubber banding Jacksons, I be rubber banding Jacksons Up
Rubber banding Jacksons, I be rubber banding Jacksons Up
Rubber banding Jackson, rubber band



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Writer(s): Ke'shawn James
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