Rubbaband Man

Ayy, ayy, ayy Yeah, yeah Nigga what? Ayy, yeah, hunnid band man Rubbaband man, hunnid band man Rubbaband man, ayy, hunnid band man (I'm the-) Rubbaband man, ayy, nigga (I'm the-) (Pull some of that bass out, Bruce) (D-D-Diego) I'm the rubbaband man, hunnid band man (yeah) Hunnid on the chop, like I'm in a band camp (brrt) Run off on the plug, nigga, catch me if you can Face covered up like a (like a) Taliban (yeah) Rubbaband man like I'm T.I.P. (woah) My young nigga sixteen, he don't need ID (he don't need) We got big chops in the V.I.P. Rock Versace like I'm B.I.G. (uh-huh) Ayy, rubbaband man I bounce back every time (I bounce back) She payin' for a nigga, like I turn water into wine She think she special, how I f*ck her, bitch, I do this all the time Lil' brodie knocked his heads off and all I dropped was a dime Nigga, he got hit up with that four-nickel Lil' baby got a deep throat, she took the whole pickle Yeah, OhGeesy, that's my slime, we gon' both dribble (that's my slime) Get to hoopin' on they block, the choppa lookin' like a whole missile (get to hoopin' on) A band man, hunnid band man Vacuum sealin' hunnid pounds of- (shh) do my dance when that bag land Pull up on they block, we get on feed and that slam blam She chose up on a joint, she left her ex up in a trash can And I can't blame her, he won't get no dough It's sad to stay up in this life, but you ain't shit without no 'cho, nigga (you ain't shit) And I ain't playin', so don't play with me, nigga If you ain't know then come and see, the choppa stay with me, nigga I'm the rubbaband man, hunnid band man (yeah) Hunnid on the chop, like I'm in a band camp (brrt) Run off on the plug, nigga, catch me if you can Face covered up like a (like a) Taliban (yeah) Rubbaband man like I'm T.I.P. (woah) My young nigga sixteen, he don't need ID (he don't need) We got big chops in the V.I.P. Rock Versace like I'm B.I.G. Rubber band on my wrist, why? I'm countin' dough Residue on my rubber band, I'm cuttin' dope Take a rubber band off give it right to your ho Put your hair in a ponytail, give me that throat I need all the bad bitches to gather 'round and participate Raise your hand, if you a bad bitch and you gettin' paid Raise your hand, if you move that work on the interstate Raise your hand, if you that bitch these hoes wanna imitate Hunnid round chop' pop, then you desintegrated Ass so fat, I got intimidated Everybody killin' ain't discriminatin' My choppa love the drama, he be instigatin' I'm the rubbaband man, hunnid band man (yeah) Hunnid on the chop, like I'm in a band camp (brrt) Run off on the plug, nigga, catch me if you can Face covered up like a (like a) Taliban (yeah) Rubbaband man like I'm T.I.P. (woah) My young nigga sixteen, he don't need ID (he don't need) We got big chops in the V.I.P. Rock Versace like I'm B.I.G. I'm the rubbaband man, hunnid band man I'm the rubbaband man, hunnid band man I'm the rubbaband man, hunnid band man I'm the rubbaband man, hunnid band man