Rubberband Man

You could taste the Kool-Aid, but don’t drink the wine
Fly hunnies, bum bitches get left behind
Stay sharp, street-smart, plus the fat ass sit right
Fuck with real niggas, keep they game on trunk-tight
I’ma keep pimpin' for the hoes out in Texas
Cornbread, fair, drive a fly ass Lexus
C’s up for my bad bitches in Compton
Banger-set hard, while this shit keep stompin'
A famous set, hoe, what?
Rubberband man (banks)
I’ll fit seven bitches in the Trans Am (uh)
That’s a Grand Slam (Grand Slam), call me Ice Man (Ice)
Puerto Rican Jesus in my life span (nice)
I’m a juke-joint jammer, ain’t no hype man (ain't no hype man, hey)
My flow refreshin' like a Sprite can (Sprite)
Ain’t no fluke, trust, baby, I’m the right man (I'm the right man, hey)
Just leave your panties on my nightstand
Pop tags, pop shit (shit), cases of the Cris- (Cris-)
Fly outfit, bitches can’t touch this
Cookin' up soul- (soul-), wooden-top stove (stove)
Wanna fuck my bitch? You gotta pay the right toll
Got the cases of the rock (rock), got that straight drop (drop)
Prolly make ya bottom-bitch give me straight top
She a slip-and-slide trick (trick), bitches ain’t shit (shit)
Rather get this money, on crip (on crip)
Wanna be a baller (whatcha' say?), shot-caller (uh)
Twenty-inch blades (blades) on the Impala (on the Impala)
Call a bitch, gettin' laid tonight (gettin' laid tonight)
Me and all my niggas gettin' paid tonight (gettin' paid)
Well, icy!
Rubberband man (banks)
I’ll fit seven bitches in the Trans Am (uh)
That’s a Grand Slam (Grand Slam), call me Ice Man (Ice)
Puerto Rican Jesus in my life span (nice)
I’m a juke-joint jammer, ain’t no hype man (ain't no hype man, hey)
My flow refreshin' like a Sprite can (Sprite)
Ain’t no fluke, trust, baby, I’m the right man (I'm the right man, hey)
Just leave your panties on my nightstand
Go ‘head, go ‘head, go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head, go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head, go ‘head, go ‘head
Go ‘head, go ‘head, go ‘head, go ‘head