[Chorus]
I'm the rubbaband man, racks in my pants
Skubi on my jeans, hoe from Japan
Glock in my hand if you wanna meet that man
I can't trust that hoe, she fucked thirty-five mans
My ex found a man, bitch, fuck yo man
I'm speeding in this wheeler, used to rob the cam tran
They tell me not to flex, stay humble with your bands
But back when I was broke you wasn't there with me so you wouldn't understand
[Verse]
What’s her name
Wheres she from?
Shoutout to her mom, I gotta thank her mom
Bih’ you look like Rihanna, come kiss me like Madonna
Her attitude the finest, fuck the islands like Moana
Well bitch, I came to party
You saying “Marijuana”
She drip with me Adonis
I want it then I got it
Four seats in my apartments, two seats on her Chanel
These Louie-Gucci garments, I’m bringing niggas hell
The money in the air watch it fly like paper planes
I’m so numb to the pain like Novacaine
Niggas love to hate put a stain all on my name
Put my arm all in it, yeah, I gave her that shoulder strain
All black forces, I ain’t rockin’ no cocaines
I’m all about my greens, good cabbage that romaine
Chicken, chicken, baby, money dancin’ in that dough-cane
Rubbaband man, I might change my whole name
[Chorus]
I'm the rubbaband man, racks in my pants
Skubi on my jeans, hoe from Japan
Glock in my hand if you wanna meet that man
I can't trust that hoe, she fucked thirty-five mans
My ex found a man, bitch, fuck yo man
I'm speeding in this wheeler, used to rob the cam tran
They tell me not to flex, stay humble with your bands
But back when I was broke you wasn't there with me so you wouldn't understand
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