OhJacee - Rubber Lyrics

I bounce back like Rubber your bitch want me to f*ck her
Little do she know we don't even discuss her
To me she a thot I couldn't ever love her
She goin to work but it's under the covers
Tryna f*ck with the plug but he don't f*ck with you
Tryna slide in my DMs but I don't f*ck with you
You be sipping on that Henny while I'm sippin on that juice
You ain't really what you talk boy you ain't down to shoot
You got one in your chamber? Well bitch I got two
I got one on my waist and another in my shoe
Imma stick it to your face then start to take the loot
Start to take the loot cuz we gonna hit this lick
Start to take the loot he was bleeding like a bitch
Had a gun to his face and he didn't do shit
Had a gun to his face and we kicked him out the whip
We took all his carts and we ran him for his shit
F*ck with the O Boys you gon get f*cked over like Sosa
I jus dropped a duece in my Faygo my soda
I'm cookin up that dope in the kitchen that yola
Makin all these plays while you chillin on your sofa
Lazy ass motherf*ckers
This MoneyBallinBoyzz shi
MoneyBallinEli
OhJacee!
MBB the gang yea we all about a bag
You know we strapped up and I ain't talking fag
Had a Kimber and a Glock that's that shit I done had
All you haters steady hating yea you staying mad
You be about a bitch I be all about a bag
I'm posted in the trap and I stay pushing packs
I got what you need from purple to green
I'm all about that money I'm a money fein
My pockets never empty pockets on swoll
And my clips never empty I'm always on go
I keep a pocket rocket on stage at a show
I don't need security MBB got poles!
At this point I'm just finna play around
Bitch get off my dick I ain't tryna pipe you down
Your nigga gone missing bet I put him in the ground
You be all about a bitch I be all about a pound
BITCH!
I don't really give a f*ck
If you see me out in person that shi happened outta luck
Now I'm only out the house when I gotta be the plug
Niggas only hit me up when they see I got them drugs
But it's fine tho
I ain't salty bout shit
You can hit my line but you could never hit my lick
Strap around my back cuz you know I keep a stick
I ain't talking bout a backpack I'm talking bout a blick
Lil Bitch
Who the f*ck you think you talking to?
Your boyfriend want the smoke lil bitch we can wop him too
This cash is for my re up stupid bitch this dough is not for you
I blow my nose out with a .22 before I let you cop a duece
Who the f*ck yall playing with yall niggas never saying shit
Uzi out the window best believe in that I'm spraying it
Yall niggas was in school cuz your mommas worked them graves n shi
I was never there cuz a nigga always hated it
I'm slaying this beat
Taste of defeat
You got a place in her heart I got a place in them cheeks
That's prolly why them sucker niggas hating on me
Them niggas steady talking run them fades n we'll see
I'm coughing on this beat like a nigga got Corona
Yo bitch just hit me up she was asking me to bone her
I'm smoking on that gas I won't call myself a stoner
These niggas be all Batman cuz they swear that they a Joker
"Oh boy a stunna?" She see I got dough
I'm piping her down and he don't even know
I bought me a pole that match with my clothes
Wearing all black when I kick in the door