[Intro]

Ayy

Bang, bang, bang-bang-bang

[Chorus]

Big rubber bands, I be poppin'

I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it

I talk all this shit 'cause I'm 'bout it

You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'

Call me baghead Milonakis

All I get is bags, all I get is money

Smoking big Backwoods of that funky

I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin'

[Verse 1]

I pull up hop out, I don't pop out

I got the cops out, it's hot out, I got Glocks out

I up this .40 Mayweather, it's a damn knockout

*mumbles* I ain't make it in school, Chief So was a drop out

Something, something, something, I forgot now

I was thinking about the guap then put my guap out

I'm Sosa Ray Charles, you can still get knocked down

It's a parade, y'all, all you see is Glock shells

I dress myself, bitch I don't need a stylist

I got my pistol just in case the violence

I think my chopper gay, I pulled him out the closet

I call my chopper Ye' 'cause he half went to college

I call my Desert Eagle "Desert Storm" 'cause we be warrin'

I think my MAC wanna be a rapper, we be touring

Like Kobe, Shaq, D-Rose and Butler, we be ballin'

If you talking 'bout some millions, we be on it, ayy

[Chorus]

Big rubber bands, I be poppin'

I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it

I talk all this shit 'cause I'm 'bout it

You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'

Call me baghead Milonakis

All I get is bags, all I get is money

Smoking big Backwoods of that funky

I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin'

[Verse 2]

I pull up, get that check then I'm in the wind

I got two Glock forties, them be twenty twins, ayy

Don't wanna fuck your bitch, she got a shitty wig

Shot four out the thirty, we got twenty-six

Pulled up swagging, know you seeing this

Bitch came to my crib, you know she eatin' this

She can't have her phone, hoes be leaking shit

I'm an anti-ass nigga, I don't speak for shit

Chief So got over totin' llamas

I got a HK caliber, Da Forty

I wasn't good in science but I knew my numbers

I'm ballin'

Ring-ring, tell your bitch stop callin'

[Chorus]

Big rubber bands, I be poppin'

I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it

I talk all this shit 'cause I'm 'bout it

You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'

Call me baghead Milonakis

All I get is bags, all I get is money

Smoking big Backwoods of that funky

I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin'