, twitterin' on my Apple, hoping I don't get hassled Before I reach my goal or 'til people had to be tackled I don't jump on anybody's band wagon or
I stay Louie down to the socks Range, and watch, weed and glock fiends to pop my fans roll with them rubberband knots I'm getting old but them rubber bands
This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly ring Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no thing Car clean, mouth full
that shit niggas let's go I spit dope, boy, knowledge bird in my pocket There's too many hundreds, they can't fit in the wallet Rubber band up, all white
forget ya stance And cruise to the beat that makes you dance 4 Ever My Beat, orchestrated as a treble I rate Havin' all that it takes, make no mistake Now we're the band
I feel, you wanna know the scoop? When you're getting up, you're on your way to school And then you find out, that it's a holiday Tank is on full, the
Yeah fatboy slow, but a nigga ain't quick Ho limped through the door, lay a nigga on his d*ck Open up tha door, nigga standing like "shit" Fifteen full
Yeah fatboy slow, but a nigga aint quick Ho limped through the door, lay a nigga on his d*ck Open up tha door, nigga standing like "sh*t" Fifteen full
' for a change 'Cuz I got friends and enemies But it just don't bother me 'Cuz as long as I believe I can breath Metamorphosis, Battle Axe fortress Four hundred horsepower, full
abraham and break bread with the son of man So slowly, hold these hands and stretch forth from the skies like a rubber band As I begin to step you above
hair is dirty Teeth as if beneath a highlighter, just not pearly Peeling armhairs harm their relation to the band-aid The mucas formation is man made
In-in-infatuation Satiate my every last desire Infatuation Is this the thing I want or the thing I need? He collects clips from magazines Found them full
says she loves me but she comes and goes when she pleases When the door shuts, it's like another papercut And now I'm stuck with a hand full of Band-
a robe and some slippers(oo) Ridin down 85 while I'm stuttin on my Gixer Mouth full of swishers or ridin with ya sister(wooo) Or Six david beckhams or a trunk full
positions with them cold cats I write raps, make millions like that I like that (hey yeah) really never was a rich man A rubber band full of wrist bands
All my niggaz wildin', let me see your hands All my bitches stylin', let me see your hands Get pussy in a bed full of dough, nose full of blow The feds
my money she good (Verse 1) It all on me I identify u lookin ziploc fresh girl u stay on ur toes LV purse I'ma spend it all first rubber band full
