"RUBBERZ Remix" lyrics
Swiping cards and stackin' chips
I been doing that shit, ShittyBoyz
Get hip skip, WipeYaAssBoyz
Fuzz popped a fake school bus, that's a taxi cab
Think I hit my pop with a tampon and maxi pad
Green tint on the buffs look like a [?]
FRT eat his flesh like a acid bath
Magic man, even got a trick in my rabbit's hat
I'm on a strict mud diet, can't do Amsterdam
Yap stick got so much kick like a hacky sack
Lil' hoe a dime and some change with a classy act (I love it)
Clean the pape off the floor you'd think I had a Roomba
The M's cool and all, but I be wanting, man, some Musa
The mushrooms on my head, I'm frowned up like Goomba (Grr)
Lil' Glock, big AR, like Timon and Pumba
He sipping hit drank, that's explosive diarrhea (haha)
He hittin' runners raw, that's ferocious gonorrhea
Jungle baby, I felt home with the lions and the cheetahs
Hellstar shell toes might catch fire in Adidas
Hoe stuck up, she be silent 'til you Apple Pay her
Come to me? You better off diving into alligators
V got more buttons than a scientific calculator
Y'all ain't got no rizz, just [?] masturbators (Lames)
I was hindsighted, don't mind the penmanship
Known at the local G-way, I'm Mr. Spend A Slip (I'm him)
Bro will score five dolo, that's a pending trip
Throw a bullet make him curl up, Julian Edelman
You don't really jugg, that jewelry off of settlements
Had them killers in the court, the jury out of element (Spooked)
Planting money trees, it's thirty M's developing
Feel like someone's granddad, I'm worried about my medicine
Erased his bloodline with this wad, this a Jelly Roll
Pockets getting fat, I think I seen 'em growing belly rolls
Brodie got a fully ARP, like, "What the hell he on?"
Ain't no [?] work, cuddy on the road with fetty 'bows
Talking 'bout if he don't land, I can bet he home
Three-five pack full of dank, reek like smelly toes
You hitting chopped shit, you cuddling with smelly hoes
Looking clean on the 'Gram, but her crib messy though
Think he gang, he woke up and ate some [?]
Foreign kicks, World Cup, my hair staying messy, ho
Cologne five-hun', I'm spraying Creed, Ezio
7.62s flying out look like penny rolls
L-O-L'ing I-R-L, you can tell we blowed
Bitch went reverse cowgirl, she ain't Jessie tho (Oh my God)
Lil' bro a psycho, Norman Bates
I don't want a thing on my plate but an enormous steak
We only dropping vinyls once, don't pre-order late
Just cracked a ham, said he think he pre-ordered BAPE (Dummy)
This shit easier than one, two, three
I'm a giant in that field, I mean Jung Hoo Lee
Boy, the gang got more belts than a Kung-Fu team
Magic magic mirror on the wall, tell me what you see
Magic magic mirror on the wa- I don't see a soul fucking with me
I don't see a soul fuckin' with us
SBDSM, THHL shit, WipeYaAssBoyz, ShittyBoyz
The last thing he heard in life was some saxophones
You ain't off no Zaza you just acting blowed
Hah, swear to God, swiping cards and stacking chips
I been doing that shit, ShittyBoyz
Get hip skip, WipeYaAssBoyz
Fuzz popped a fake school bus, that's a taxi cab
Think I hit my pop with a tampon and maxi pad
Green tint on the buffs look like a [?]
FRT eat his flesh like a acid bath
Magic man, even got a trick in my rabbit's hat
I'm on a strict mud diet, can't do Amsterdam
Yap stick got so much kick like a hacky sack
Lil' hoe a dime and some change with a classy act (I love it)
Clean the pape off the floor you'd think I had a Roomba
The M's cool and all, but I be wanting, man, some Musa
The mushrooms on my head, I'm frowned up like Goomba (Grr)
Lil' Glock, big AR, like Timon and Pumba
He sipping hit drank, that's explosive diarrhea (haha)
He hittin' runners raw, that's ferocious gonorrhea
Jungle baby, I felt home with the lions and the cheetahs
Hellstar shell toes might catch fire in Adidas
Hoe stuck up, she be silent 'til you Apple Pay her
Come to me? You better off diving into alligators
V got more buttons than a scientific calculator
Y'all ain't got no rizz, just [?] masturbators (Lames)
I was hindsighted, don't mind the penmanship
Known at the local G-way, I'm Mr. Spend A Slip (I'm him)
Bro will score five dolo, that's a pending trip
Throw a bullet make him curl up, Julian Edelman
You don't really jugg, that jewelry off of settlements
Had them killers in the court, the jury out of element (Spooked)
Planting money trees, it's thirty M's developing
Feel like someone's granddad, I'm worried about my medicine
Erased his bloodline with this wad, this a Jelly Roll
Pockets getting fat, I think I seen 'em growing belly rolls
Brodie got a fully ARP, like, "What the hell he on?"
Ain't no [?] work, cuddy on the road with fetty 'bows
Talking 'bout if he don't land, I can bet he home
Three-five pack full of dank, reek like smelly toes
You hitting chopped shit, you cuddling with smelly hoes
Looking clean on the 'Gram, but her crib messy though
Think he gang, he woke up and ate some [?]
Foreign kicks, World Cup, my hair staying messy, ho
Cologne five-hun', I'm spraying Creed, Ezio
7.62s flying out look like penny rolls
L-O-L'ing I-R-L, you can tell we blowed
Bitch went reverse cowgirl, she ain't Jessie tho (Oh my God)
Lil' bro a psycho, Norman Bates
I don't want a thing on my plate but an enormous steak
We only dropping vinyls once, don't pre-order late
Just cracked a ham, said he think he pre-ordered BAPE (Dummy)
This shit easier than one, two, three
I'm a giant in that field, I mean Jung Hoo Lee
Boy, the gang got more belts than a Kung-Fu team
Magic magic mirror on the wall, tell me what you see
Magic magic mirror on the wa- I don't see a soul fucking with me
I don't see a soul fuckin' with us
SBDSM, THHL shit, WipeYaAssBoyz, ShittyBoyz
The last thing he heard in life was some saxophones
You ain't off no Zaza you just acting blowed
Hah, swear to God, swiping cards and stacking chips
