Rubbaband Man E

Aye. yee. Nigga, what? Aye. Yeah, hundred band man. Rubber band man. Hundred band man. Rubber band man. Aye, hundred band man. Rubber band man. Aye. Pull some of that bass off, D-Dago. I'm the rubber band man, hundred band man. Hundred on the chop like I'm in a band Camp. Run off on the plug, nigga, catch me If you can. Face covered up like a Taliban. Rubber band man like I'm T. I. P. My young nigga sexy, he don't need ID. We got big chops in the V. I. P. Ride beside Chi like I'm B. I. G. Aye, rubber band man, I bounce back every time. She praying for a nigga like I turn water Into wine. She say she special how I fuck Her, bitch, I do this all the time. Lil' brodie knocking heads off and all I dropped Was a dime, nigga. He got hit up with That.4 nickel. The baby got a deep throat, She took the whole pickle. Yo, GG, that's my Slime, we gon' both dribble. It's a hoop on they block, the chopper looking Like a whole missile. Rubber band man, hundred band Man. Vacuum seal a hundred pounds of shh. Do my dance when that bag land. Pull up on they block, we get on feet And let that slam blam. Chose up on a Joint, she left her ex up in a trash Can. And I can't blame her, he wasn't getting No dough. Decided to sip in this life, but You ain't shit without no cho', nigga. And I ain't playing, so don't play with me, Nigga. If you ain't know then come and see, The chopper stay with me, nigga. I'm the rubber band man, hundred band man. Hundred on the chop like I'm in a band Camp. Run off on the plug, nigga, catch me If you can. Face covered up like a Taliban. Rubber band man like I'm T. I. P. My young nigga sexy, he don't need ID. We got big chops in the V. I. P. Ride beside Chi like I'm B. I. G. Rubber band on my wrist while I'm counting dough. Residue on my rubber band, I'm counting dope. Take a rubber band off, give it right to Your hoe. Put your hair in a ponytail, Give me that throat. I need all the bad Bitches, gather 'round and participate. Raise your hand if you a bad bitch and You getting paid. Raise your hand if you move That work on the interstate. Raise your hand if you that bitch these hoes Wanna imitate. Hundred round chop pop, Then you disintegrated. Ass so fat I got intimidated. Everybody killer, ain't discriminating. My chopper love the drama, he be instigating. I'm the rubber band man, hundred band man. Hundred on the chop like I'm in a band Camp. Run off on the plug, nigga, catch me If you can. Face covered up like a Taliban. Rubber band man like I'm T. I. P. My young nigga sexy, he don't need ID. We got big chops in the V. I. P. Ride beside Chi like I'm B. I. G. I'm rubber band man, hundred band man. I'm the rubber band man, hundred band man, Hundred band man. I'm The rubber band band Man.