Rubberband Man Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
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'