Rubberband Man
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man (Mob)
Yeah, yeah
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck what you sayin', I'm the Rubberband Man
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck all that playin', I'm the Rubberband Man (green money)
I'm the Rubberband Man (old money), meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
I'm the Rubberband Man, meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
Rubber bands, got it stacked in a box
Lil' nigga, is you havin' or not?
Count a 130 G's at my lil' base spot (yeah)
They'll lay outside your grass just to get what you got
Not out though, my BM ride Forgiatos, dodgin' potholes
Thick bread, hella cheese, nigga, this a Gyro
I'ma fuck her all night, turn the lil' bitch psycho
I touched up mine and bring the head and this is not a typo
We got that young Michael (brown boy)
Yeah, the mix we got, we can turn that shit white, nigga
The hype die, I just hope you'll be alright, nigga (alright)
I hit the mic' and bleed my soul, this my life, nigga
I'm in H. Lorenzo, the shit I cop, could've put down for a Benzo
She keep fuckin' lame niggas, put her in the friend zone
I got conversation pieces, so I let my wrist show
Ridin' with me, glizzy with the switch on it
Every week I got the city right, go ask Big Four
Mister, put that shit on
Mister, go and get that bag and show these niggas how to do
Candy on the old school look just like a Prada shoot
Rule motherfucker, fuckin' don't acknowledge you
How you turned the crib smaller than a fuckin' college room?
Did my thing on Peach Street, Rodeo, Collins too
Money flyin' in the room, bitches like, "Who is you?"
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck what you sayin', I'm the Rubberband Man
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck all that playin', I'm the Rubberband Man (green money)
I'm the Rubberband Man (old money), meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
I'm the Rubberband Man, meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
Mr. Rocket-Plain-Jane (real)
Ain't no time to gangbang, blood fifties, blue hundreds gettin' paid
Nigga, get back, you ain't my mans or get sprayed
I'm at Tec's, spillin' Casa Azul all on my sick J's
Why these niggas get some money, always get it strange?
Ay, what hos say? I'll never change
No filter, I'll say the shit they never say
I'm in the back relaxin', let my partner navigate
I'ma set the table, you can get a plate
Some niggas get they shit and run, some other niggas stay
Ten bitches wantin' me while I'm at Papi's stay
Shit, we all got to die, but you can die today
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck what you sayin', I'm the Rubberband Man
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck all that playin', I'm the Rubberband Man (green money) (yeah)
I'm the Rubberband Man (old money), meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
I'm the Rubberband Man, meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
Yeah, yeah
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck what you sayin', I'm the Rubberband Man
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck all that playin', I'm the Rubberband Man (green money)
I'm the Rubberband Man (old money), meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
I'm the Rubberband Man, meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
Rubber bands, got it stacked in a box
Lil' nigga, is you havin' or not?
Count a 130 G's at my lil' base spot (yeah)
They'll lay outside your grass just to get what you got
Not out though, my BM ride Forgiatos, dodgin' potholes
Thick bread, hella cheese, nigga, this a Gyro
I'ma fuck her all night, turn the lil' bitch psycho
I touched up mine and bring the head and this is not a typo
We got that young Michael (brown boy)
Yeah, the mix we got, we can turn that shit white, nigga
The hype die, I just hope you'll be alright, nigga (alright)
I hit the mic' and bleed my soul, this my life, nigga
I'm in H. Lorenzo, the shit I cop, could've put down for a Benzo
She keep fuckin' lame niggas, put her in the friend zone
I got conversation pieces, so I let my wrist show
Ridin' with me, glizzy with the switch on it
Every week I got the city right, go ask Big Four
Mister, put that shit on
Mister, go and get that bag and show these niggas how to do
Candy on the old school look just like a Prada shoot
Rule motherfucker, fuckin' don't acknowledge you
How you turned the crib smaller than a fuckin' college room?
Did my thing on Peach Street, Rodeo, Collins too
Money flyin' in the room, bitches like, "Who is you?"
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck what you sayin', I'm the Rubberband Man
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck all that playin', I'm the Rubberband Man (green money)
I'm the Rubberband Man (old money), meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
I'm the Rubberband Man, meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
Mr. Rocket-Plain-Jane (real)
Ain't no time to gangbang, blood fifties, blue hundreds gettin' paid
Nigga, get back, you ain't my mans or get sprayed
I'm at Tec's, spillin' Casa Azul all on my sick J's
Why these niggas get some money, always get it strange?
Ay, what hos say? I'll never change
No filter, I'll say the shit they never say
I'm in the back relaxin', let my partner navigate
I'ma set the table, you can get a plate
Some niggas get they shit and run, some other niggas stay
Ten bitches wantin' me while I'm at Papi's stay
Shit, we all got to die, but you can die today
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck what you sayin', I'm the Rubberband Man
She asked me what's my name, I'm the Rubberband Man
Bitch, fuck all that playin', I'm the Rubberband Man (green money) (yeah)
I'm the Rubberband Man (old money), meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
I'm the Rubberband Man, meet the Rubberband Man, yeah
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Writer(s): Marcellus Rayvon Register, Kurtrel Bridgeforth
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