Rubberband

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Uh, they say I'm criminally underrated
 Top five? Nah, more like the fuckin' greatest
 Can't compare me to nobody
 Get slow bodied, the flow got it
 They speak up on the kid so highly
 How the fuck did this nigga doubt me?
 We could go there, we could talk about it
 Ask you niggas where you fuckin' found me
 I'll go cash a check and then I catch a body
 I'll go kill a rapper, then I rap about it
 I'm a beast, got the whole Flatbush behind me, we deep
 How the whole team is elite?
 How? Bitch, don't you act like you don't know
 I got to get to the, get to the dough
 I really hope you get everything you prayin' for
 Even if that thing you prayin' for my downfall
 Amen, hallelujah
 I say I'm number one, you say delusional
 Woke up like fuck that humble shit, I'm on my rumble shit
 Winners talk about winnin', losers talk about other shit
 You never get what you deserve, just what you negotiate
 You want the bag, I want the safe
 Click-clack, nobody safe
 Clap, you look like fashion and my verses be like rappin' class
 I'm on the highway to Hell, I count my sins, then laugh and crash
 Acid God, stuffed a hundred grams inside the sandwich bag
 Money knots, so fat it's bustin' through the rubber bands
 I'm a rubber band man, so I always bounce back (Back)
 Countin' up this bread, with the biscuit in my lap (Lap)
 Nigga act up, we gon' push his shit back, back, back
 I'm a rubber band man, so I always bounce back (Back)
 Countin' up this bread, with the biscuit in my lap (Lap)
 Nigga act up, we gon' push his shit back, back, back
 I'm a little bit different, see
 My visual, delivery spiritual
 I'm not who you want me to be
 I am who I am, yeah, believe I'm the one
 I'm back on my bully, more Tyson than Fury, yeah
 Ice out the jewelry, too loud, they can't hear you
 Connected, we smokin'
 Your bitches be chuggin' white wine and tequila
 Need a bae with a body like Megan Thee Stallion, shit
 I love me a diva, none the concealer
 Might vacuum the seal if I need it
 We lookin' defeated? Nah, I'm walkin' like Jesus
 We at the Nobu Matsuhisa
 Zombie the logo, test us a no-no
 Yeah, I spent some years on the road (Huh)
 Think it's time I come back home (Huh)
 Hoard that money like a cult
 Come into the jungle, ready for the brawl
 Every single summer, nigga let it off
 If it's any interest, then I pay the cost
 So these rubber bands closer to them grams
 I put that on Yams, I might get a Porsche, yeah
 Feed me diamonds, free medallions
 That's expensive diet, and what's bad for?
 I gotta ask for it but you scared to buy it
 Humble flex, I get crazy vibes
 So when I'm stressed, I know they ain't surprised
 That's a cool shirt but it ain't your size
 When I go berserk, I get laser sight
 When I'm in my feels, I blow a bag tonight
 I'm a rubber band man, so I always bounce back (Back)
 Countin' up this bread, with the biscuit in my lap (Lap)
 Nigga act up, we gon' push his shit back, back, back
 I'm a rubber band man, so I always bounce back (Back)
 Countin' up this bread, with the biscuit in my lap (Lap)
 Nigga act up, we gon' push his shit back, back, back
 Shut the fuck up, see
 Shut the fuck up
 Shut the fuck up
 Shut the fuck up
 Shut the fuck up, bum ass nigga
 Haha, yo
 Bum ass nigga
 

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Duration
03:49
Key
8
Tempo
130 BPM

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