Lyrics:
If I never made it I could have never had the rubber
band start up kit stick up glutes from here to Connecticut
If I never made it by the time they
duck em' I don't love em'
Bitch imma thugga
Fuckin bitches by the double
Im in trouble
Out of rubbers
Now I got to tell them bitches get to suckin
We
the rocks tucked
Accelerating go motherfucker I can tell you not up
Seeing it I cop up
Saying he was down but that pussy boy getting popped up
Get your crop
upset this U.S. Male
You touch her once with your greasy hands
I'm gonna stretch your neck like a long rubber band
She's wearin' a ring that I bought her
don't do it now, you'll never get the chance
If you ain't puttin out bitch, make other plans
I still keep my money in a rubber band
with the pitchfork
choppas, fully loaded
Big ol' watch, got it staring in they face
Ask yo bitch, I got bands by the weight
Real runner, I just drove 'em outta state
I'm
YEAH YEAH (I’m loaded)
I NEED RUBBER BANDS I NEED RUBBER KNOTS AYE (aye fully loaded) AYE
GIMMIE MORE AYE THATS THE PLAN THATS THE PLOT(aye that’s
Tell 'em let loose
Ima get this bitch crackin'
Time to double up
Bitch I'm off the backend
Still that same boy
Who was thuggin on a fraction
Now I'm
stoppin?
I?ma keep bringin? bottles then them models start flockin?
I?ma throw a stack, she gon' throw it back
I pop the rubber band, she gon' pop her back
me some tissue (tissue)
Soulja Boy in da club gettin' crunk like hanh
Told da DJ turn da beat up like hanh
And ya know it's goin' down (down)
stopping us, we ahead of 'em
Boy if we find out yo' block then we bending it
I wouldn't kiss on that bitch 'cause I been in it
Not on my team 'cause you
make ya cough a lung up
This gas here real potent
Cash uh, build up a not then apply rubber band
Uh, Ion use safes I had to master plan in the dry
on the news
Playing with them bands
I ain't playing by the rules
Please stop playing girl you know how we do
Menajahtwa, bada-bing, bada boom
Ha, this
clip
Just imagine if I brought my nigga Flip
We comin' for yo' grip, that rubber band shit
And tha KG9, it spit sick, and you'll notice
Your final
shit's so surreal
You stay by my side when I ain't even had none
And that shit felt so real
Rubber bands I count em
Don't matter the amount
Smoking
a motherfuckin' ham
Finger trigger happy, I be lovin' this band
Show that bitch tell her jam, get that boy in his head
You need to fuck, say yo man, so much money
Ayee boy put some gumbo on that bitch
Show em what ya granddaddy tought cha
That ain't a bad idea
I'm bout to put some gumbo on this bitch
Mane
Yeah
don't rain
40 p's 40 new faces as I cross across the state
Lost my white boy to that fentanyl when we was living great
100 bands feel like you rich
Syringes, rubber bands, needles, the 60's
Granddaddy Caddy was copping 6 G's
B'gosh all that Oshkosh jumpers
Pink Champelle, brown paper bags, wall to wall
writing songs with no hooks
And I’m still crossing instrumentals off of my books
Im pretty high most the time you cant tell by my looks
It’s visine, cause I
Ain’t nobody gonna break me
And tell me that I can’t
I just got my digits
Wrapped around by rubber bands
I be feeling down
Feeling like I’m out
snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam, Sam I am
And I don't eat green eggs and ham
Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn
You'll be like, "oh shit,
snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam, Sam I am
And I don't eat green eggs and ham
Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn
You'll be like, "oh shit,
assistant always findin' Percocet and rubber bands
Know my mom might not want to hear how I discover plans
Word to Sandra Graham, no one love you like your
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