Rubberband Man Lyrics

Damn, nigga, like, what they be callin' you now

Like, what I'm hearin' 'bout, somethin' like the..

Aye, they call me the

Rubber band man, I got the rubber bands

She said that my pants hella tight, pulled out a couple grand

And why you still playin' with see-throughs like they ain't finna jam

I'm on this P.J. for three days, I'll hit you when I land

Since 13 played with poles, let me tell you somethin'

I don't fuck with hoes or new niggas, I just love my gun

He tryna run the ones, but I don't box, my Glock run ones

Swear she love to fight, and she a dyke, she tryna fuck somethin'

Niggas dodging' death like Houdini, he a mad magician

Paper and commas, my private accountant is a mathematician

I took a adderall, my finger itchin', I ain't 'bout the sittin'

I left him in the streets like Genocides, like I made militia

Made militia, killin' niggas, blast you and the nigga with 'ya

P-Town niggas got no guts like that last swisher

And his bitch got mad cause, uh, I ain't fuckin' with her

If he bigger, I ain't trippin, reach down and grab somethin' bigger

M30 went down, but it ain't hittin', I need somethin' new

I guess the bullet hit his head, but he ain't die, now he a vegetable

Bro said you tryna pull the move, cause if not, then he just finna go

And you say you love to flex, but how so? You wearin' brodie clothes

Rubber band, man, I got the rubber bands

She said that my pants hella tight, pulled out a couple grand

And why you still playin' with see-throughs like they ain't finna jam

I'm on this PJ for three days, I'll hit you when I land

Since 13 played with poles, let me tell you somethin'

I don't fuck with hoes or new niggas, I just love my gun

He tryna' run the ones, but I don't box, my Glock run ones

Swear she love to fight it, and she a dyke, she tryna fuck somethin'