Rubberband Crazy

Iced out, bust down, Rolly on my wrist

Got a rap **** baby mama on my dick

I don't fuck with **** 'cause **** be counterfeit

They mighta read the option, but they couldn't stop the bliss

With the shit, they ain't with the shit, just pretend them the shit

Tryna make a ten flip, ain't no lookin' back on this

Fuck the backseat of the Maybach, I'm drivin' this

Sometimes I'm pessimist, sometimes I'm optimist

However you feel ****, it ain't stoppin' shit

Make the motor kill, goin' overkill

**** bitin' bad, don't acknowledge, just like Holyfield

I think e'rybody pussy, I been workin' on my motor skills

Young **** still drank, young **** big bank

Young **** cash out, young **** flash out

Young **** band up, I know they can't stand us

'Cause we flexin' on these ****, we be rubberband up

Young **** goin' rubberband crazy, rubberband crazy

Don't know why they mad at me, I don't know why they hate me

Rubberband crazy, rubberband crazy

I don't know why they mad at me, I don't know why they hate me

All white teeth lookin' like Pearl Harbor

I been tryin' to fuck Ms. Pearl's daughter

Walk up in the mall, blew a grip on some Louboutins

I heard you been searchin' for a daddy, you my new liaison?

MP-15 'matic, that's my newest gun

Them addies got 'er up like the attic, baby goin' down

I heard she don't trip and she sass, can she show me something?

Molly son just got out the pad, just tryna show her one

Tell the boy, tell the man, I need five-thousand ones

Iced out, bust down, Rolly lookin' like the sun

Run them bands up on that ass while I'm havin' fun

Problem, cop that line if you want (and I'm stuntin' on 'em)

Young **** still drank, young **** big bank

Young **** cash out, young **** flash out

Young **** band up, I know they can't stand us

'Cause we flexin' on these ****, we be rubberband up

Young **** goin' rubberband crazy, rubberband crazy

Don't know why they mad at me, I don't know why they hate me

Rubberband crazy, rubberband crazy

I don't know why they mad at me, I don't know why they hate me

(Walk up in the mall, blew a grip on some Louboutins)

(Goin' rubberband crazy, rubberband crazy)

(Tell the boy, tell the man, I need five-thousand ones)

(Goin' rubberband crazy, rubberband crazy)