RubberBandz N Exotic ft. Topherr Lyrics

Yo pass the bong

Se bb yyy

Money coming through all types of ways I need a rubber band

Orchestrating money they don't love me they don't understand

Pull up to the ball without a date but we all got to dance

Love the way she look me in the eye I feel like taliban

Crashing in her pussy, thats the end of man, good thing I'm a fisherman

Scoop my self back up now I'm a buisness man

Making all these moves, I got no pivot man

Slide across the court, I need her digits, figits, Instagram

Got me up all night cramming my student head

Need me a vacation with my new ting while she catch a tan

I'll be rolling up in that Minaj and four of them are fans

She a perfect ten but I do not give time for on demand

Loving on her body and her soul I like to keep her on that contraband.

I need me a deep cleanse, look at all these buds I need to reset

Flirting on your momma I learned defense

Ate up on your table that's some pretense

Notify the police you a bitch than

Thanks for all the giving she loves when I get to spitting

Tatted with my girl she likes to give me all my kisses

Might just get my neck real tatted I ain't superstitious

Started living life and now I feel like I got children

Take care of the family I make a couple million

Chilling with the bitch and we ain't never catching feelings

Uh uh

You hear clinking in my bag yeah that's glass hitting glass

Jars hitting bongs, smoking gas, skipping class

Know I rap on these tracks bout the trap flipping packs

Claim you getting racks ain't getting jack ya getting taxed

When we play these games you know we slash kicking ass

This bitch hot but she a ho so ima pass hitting that

She nagging in my ear shut ya trap didn't ask

You peeping in my business on my ass get ya whacked

Young trapaholics know we stay smacking chronic

Chilling in the trap with the mac its demonic

It's silent for now but it yack it's harmonic

Sorry officer please look past the narcotics

Feel my wrath it's psychotic

Doing math it's just logic

In my city pushing pounds, getting racks it's iconic

Laid up in the back, roll a spliff packed exotic

You talking hot on Topher man ya really gotta stop it

Sending shots I ain't missing

Off the top I be spitting

All the guap I be getting

Bout to pop bullets hitting

At ya mop at ya fitted

Brrah yuh

Young Topher

Money coming through all types of ways I need a rubber band

Orchestrating money they don't love me they don't understand

Pull up to the ball without a date but we all got to dance

Love the way she look me in the eye I feel like taliban