Rubberband Crazy Songtext
von Mista Cain

Lil′ Cain (what?)

Iced out bust down, Rollie on my wrist (flex)
Got a rap nigga baby mama on my dick
I don't fuck with niggas ′cause niggas be counterfeit
They mighta read the option, but they couldn't stop the bliss
With the shit, damn, with the shit, just put 10 in my shit
Tryna make a 10 flip, ain't no looking back on this
Fuck the back seat of the Maybach, I′m driving this (lemme get this)
Sometimes I′m pessimist, sometimes I'm optimist

However you feel, nigga, that ain′t stopping shit
Make the motor kill, doing overkill
Nigga bitin' bad, don′t acknowledge, just like hold up
Feel, I think everybody pussy, I been working on a roach

Young nigga sip drink, young nigga big bank
Young nigga cash out, young nigga flash out
Young nigga band up, I know they can't stand us
I be flexin′ on these niggas, let me rubberband up


Young niggas going 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 looking like Pearl Harbor
I been tryna fuck Miss Pearl daughter
Walk up in the mall, blew a grip on some Louis Vuittons
I heard you been searching for a daddy, you ma' new lil′ song
MP 1-5 matic, that's my newest gun
Them daddies gotta up like the attic, they be going dumb
I heard she don′t trip and she sassy, and she show me some'
My lil′ son just got out the parish, I'm tryna show him one

Tell the bartender, man I need five thousand ones
Iced out, bust down, Rollie looking like the sun
Run the bands up on that ass while I'm having fun
Problem? Cross that line if you want and I′ma show you one

Young nigga sip drink, young nigga big bank
Young nigga cash out, young nigga flash out
Young nigga band up, I know they can′t stand us
I be flexin' on these niggas, let me rubberband up


Young niggas going 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 Louis Vuittons
Goin′ rubberband crazy, rubberband crazy
Tell the bartender, man I need five thousand ones
Goin' rubberband crazy, rubberband crazy