Rubber Band Lyrics

Yeah, O.G., Phil, heh, yeah

Ayy, every time somebody talk down on you

Throw em through some money and watch em go away, yeah

I just threw a pretty 50 piece in a rubber band

I could turn a trap house party to a summer jam

Henny in my left and a 40 in my other hand

Feds want me down but it's cool, I have other plans

I just threw a pretty 50 piece in a rubber band

I could turn a trap house party to a summer jam

Henny in my left and a 40 in my other hand

Feds want me down but it's cool, I have other plans

I just touched down, touched down with a freak

She got that milkshake in my yard like Kelis

I'm looking for a bag, want a meal like a meek

Her skin's thorn and itch, ain't had a pill in a week

Ayy, girl, hit my line, get some real nigga therapy

You can't get on planes when your ass look like Cherokees

Don't you act confused, girl, you know this ain't no charity

Diamonds in my chain if you looking for some clarity

Working like a boss so I'm rolling up the sleeves

I know you like the floss so I'm holding up the keys

You thought you had the sauce but you only had the grease

Was working on the pots while you was working on the grease

You putting on the front while I was putting on the piece

My niggas coming to em, we don't like it when you reach

You playing with a blunt while they was playing with them keys

You making in a year what we making in a week

I just threw a pretty fifty piece in a rubber bed

I could turn a trap house party to a summer jam

Henny in my left and a forty in my other hand

Feds want me down but it's cool, I have other plans

I just threw a pretty fifty piece in a rubber bed

I could turn a trap house party to a summer jam

Henny in my left and a forty in my other hand

Feds want me down but it's cool, I have other plans

I could top your ten best fits with my casuals

You ain't left the porch but I'm touching international

Capping with your ice man you must play for the capitals

Say she wasn't vegan but she ate me like a cannibal

Seeing you on the gram god damn where you been

You know I keep a nine I'm the one that's a ten

I see you from behind got some ones I could spend

And when I'm out of town you having fun in the Benz

Let you in the gate with a temporary passcode

If you started stripping I would change your name to passcode

Niggas probably open up to save for the cash flow

Just to see that ass in they face with the backstroke

Dollars going up in the club to the max

Cause you keep wearing pretty little boots to the calves

And I ain't bout to share but I'ma spit that thing in half

I'm lit up like a flare so I don't care and that's a fact

I just threw a pretty fifty piece in a rubber bed

I could turn a trap house party to a summer jam

Henny in my left and a forty in my other hand

Feds want me down but it's cool I have other plans

I just threw a pretty fifty piece in a rubber bed

I could turn a trap house party to a summer jam

Henny in my left and a forty in my other hand

Feds want me down but it's cool I have other plans

I just threw a pretty fifty piece in a rubber bed