Puffin on indo feel so wavy
Cheque looking big like we in the 80s
Makin no sense yea you need to pay me
All
Of them weak yea they be so lazy
Let em all go
We ain’t tight not kinfolk
Hell no
Kick ‘em off ship
Like a field goal
Build zone
Hammerin a nail
Till I will croak
Real gold
Mining all cents
Till I chill bro
Loading up shells
In my shotgun
Talking that shit now I pop one
Whatever you get I got one
Thought dumb
End up in the ocean
Like top gun
Peace of mind
There’s no free design
I gotta make no bands
Till I seem divine
I need to read the mind
So while I keep the line
I’m bout to smoke that shit
Till I’m freezerdried
Tumbleweed breeze low
Comin in beast mode
Really light a whole room
Yea they call me zenome
Really bout to seize up
Puffin on that tree tho
Rubber band bandit
Take what I need yo
X2
Ima rubber band bandit
Got the most theft cash on the planet
My jewelry they can’t stand it
Not fooling me
Not what they planning
247 I get what I give
No need for respect
I’m bless where I live
Got infinite plants
Really puffin all in
All this money I make
Turn euros into yen
I’m the rubber band bandit
Turn os into dimes into rolls
Into bank card loans
Into brand new phones
Make calls all zones
No limit where I am
Only minds I own
