Rubbaband Man lyrics

[Intro: OhGeesy]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah-yeah
n*gga, what? Ayy, yeah, a hundred-band man
Rubber band man, hundred-band man
Rubber band man, ayy, a hundred-band man
Rubber band man, I'm the
(Pull some of that bass out, Bruce) Rubber band
(D-D-Diego)

[Chorus: OhGeesy]
I'm the rubber band man, hundred-band man (Yeah)
Hundred on the chop, like I'm in the band camp (Brr)
Run off on the plug, n*gga, catch me if you can (Ha)
Face covered up like a— (Like a) Taliban (Yeah)
Rubber band man like I'm T.I.P. (Woah)
My young n*gga is sixteen, he don't need ID (Hell nah)
We got big chops in the VIP
Rock Versace like I'm B.I.G. (Like I'm)

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Ayy, rubber band man, I bounce back еvery time (I bounce back)
Shе's paying for a n*gga, like I turn water into wine
She think she's special how I f*ck her, b*tch, I do this all the time (b*tch)
Lil' brodie knocked his heads off and all I dropped was a dime (Brr)
n*gga, he got hit up with that four nickel (With that four nickel)
Lil' baby got a deep throat, she took the whole pickle (She took the whole thing)
Yeah, OhGeesy, that's my slime, we gon' both dribble (That's my slime, man)
Get to hoopin' on they block, the chopper lookin' like a whole missile (Get to hoopin' on)
Rubber band man, hundred-band man
Vacuum seal a hundred pounds of— shh, do my dance when that bag land (When that bag land)
Pull up on they block, we get on feet and that slam blam (Boom, boom)
Chose up on a joint, she left her ex up in a trash can (Lil' baby chose up)
And I can't blame her, he wasn't gettin' no dough (Broke n*gga)
It's sad to say up in this life, but you ain't sh*t without no cho, n*gga (You ain't sh*t)
And I ain't playin', so don't play with me, n*gga
If you ain't know, then come and see, the chopper stay with me, n*gga
[Chorus: OhGeesy]
I'm the rubber band man, hundred-band man (Yeah)
Hundred on the chop, like I'm in the band camp (Brr)
Run off on the plug, n*gga, catch me if you can (Ha)
Face covered up like a— (Like a) Taliban (Yeah)
Rubber band man like I'm T.I.P. (Woah)
My young n*gga is sixteen, he don't need ID (Hell nah)
We got big chops in the VIP
Rock Versace like I'm B.I.G. (Like I'm)

[Verse 2: OhGeesy]
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 the ponytail, give me that throat
I need all the bad b*tches gather 'round and participate
Raise your hand, if you a bad b*tch and you gettin' paid
Raise your hand, if you move that work on the interstate
Raise your hand, if you that b*tch these hoes wanna imitate
Hundred-round chop pop, then you disintegrated
Ass so fat, I got intimidated
Everybody killer, ain't discriminatin'
My choppa love the drama, he be instigatin'

[Chorus: OhGeesy]
I'm the rubber band man, hundred-band man (Yeah)
Hundred on the chop, like I'm in the band camp (Brr)
Run off on the plug, n*gga, catch me if you can (Ha)
Face covered up like a— (Like a) Taliban (Yeah)
Rubber band man like I'm T.I.P. (Woah)
My young n*gga is sixteen, he don't need ID (Hell nah)
We got big chops in the VIP
Rock Versace like I'm B.I.G
[Outro: OhGeesy]
I'm the rubber band man, hundred-band man
I'm the rubber band man, hundred-band man
I'm the rubber band man, hundred-band man
I'm the rubber band man, hundred-band man