Rubber Band Man T.I.

[Intro]

[Hook]
(Ay, who I'm is?) Rubberband man, wild as the Taliban
9 in my right, 45 in my other hand
(Ay, who I'm is?) Call me Trouble Man, always in trouble, man!
Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys all colors, man

[Verse 1]
Rubberband man, like a one-man band
Treat these niggas like the Apollo and I'm the Sandman
Tote a hundred grand, cannon in the waistband
Looking for a sweet lick? Well this is the wrong place, man
Seven-time felon, ay what I care about a case, man?
I'm campaigning to bury the hate so say ya grace, man
Ay, I don't talk behind a nigga back, I say it in his face
I'm a thoroughbred nigga, I don't fake and I don't hate
Check my resume, nigga, my record's impeccable
Anywhere in the A nigga how T.I.P. is highly respectable
And in the M.I.A. nigga, I'm tryna keep it professional
Cause all this tongue rustling finna have me snappin, I'm telling you
From the bottom of the Duval, Cakalacky to New York
And everybody showing me love, that's one to you all
Yeah, to all my Florida niggas, my Cakalacky niggas
My LA niggas