Rubberband Man lyrics

[Intro]
Well, icy!

[Chorus]
Rubberband Man (Banks)
I’ll fit seven b*tches in the Trans Am (Huh)
That’s a Grand Slam (Grand Slam), call me Ice Man (Ice)
Puerto Rican Jesus in my life span (Nice)
I’m a juke-joint jammer, ain’t no hype man (Ain’t no hype man, hey)
My flow refreshin’ like a Sprite can (Sprite)
Ain’t no fluke, trust, baby, I’m the right man (I’m the right man, hey)
Just leave your panties on my nightstand

[Verse]
Raise your cups up (Cups up), couple sl*ts tucked (sl*ts tucked)
I don't need much, my strip got no speed bumps (Nah)
This my feng shui (feng shui), ain’t no fun play (Fun play)
I’ma make ya model walk it like a runway (A runway)
On a Sunday (Sunday), this your last stop (Skrrrt!)
b*tch, you ain’t no better than my last drop (My last drop)
I’ll replace ya (Replace ya), never chase ya (Chase ya)
Keep my cheddar stacked, money - never waste ya (Waste ya)
Or you could taste the Kool-Aid, but don’t drink the wine
Fly hunnies, bum b*tches get left behind
Stay sharp, street-smart, plus the fat ass sit right
f*ck with real n*ggas, keep they game on [trunk-tight?]
I’ma keep pimpin’ for the hoes out in Texas
Cornbread, fair, drive a fly ass Lexus
C’s up for my bad b*tches in Compton
Bang the set hard while this sh*t keep stompin’
A famous set, ho, what?
[Chorus]
Rubberband Man (Banks)
I’ll fit seven b*tches in the Trans Am (Huh)
That’s a Grand Slam (Grand Slam), call me Ice Man (Ice)
Puerto Rican Jesus in my life span (Nice)
I’m a juke-joint jammer, ain’t no hype man (Ain’t no hype man, hey)
My flow refreshin’ like a Sprite can (Sprite)
Ain’t no fluke, trust, baby, I’m the right man (I’m the right man, hey)
Just leave your panties on my nightstand

[Hook]
Pop tags, pop sh*t (sh*t), cases of the Cris- (Cris-)
Fly outfit, b*tches can’t touch this
Cookin’ up soul- (Soul-), wooden-top stove (Stove)
Wanna f*ck my b*tch? You gotta pay the right toll (Huh)
Got the cases of the rock (Rock), got that straight drop (Drop)
Prolly make ya bottom-b*tch give me straight top (What?)
She a slip-and-slide trick (Trick), b*tches ain’t sh*t (sh*t)
Rather get this money, on crip (On crip)

[Bridge]
Wanna be a baller (What ya say?), shot caller (Uh)
Twenty-inch blades (Blades) on the Impala (On the Impala)
Call a b*tch, gettin’ laid tonight (Gettin’ laid tonight)
Me and all my n*ggas gettin’ paid tonight (Gettin’ paid, ayy)
Well, icy!
[Chorus]
Rubberband Man (Banks)
I’ll fit seven b*tches in the Trans Am (Huh)
That’s a Grand Slam (Grand Slam), call me Ice Man (Ice)
Puerto Rican Jesus in my life span (Nice)
I’m a juke-joint jammer, ain’t no hype man (Ain’t no hype man, hey)
My flow refreshin’ like a Sprite can (Sprite)
Ain’t no fluke, trust, baby, I’m the right man (I’m the right man, hey)
Just leave your panties on my nightstand

[Hook]
Go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head