Artist: Smokee Album: Rubber Band Pops (S) Song: Rubber Band Pops Typed by: @OfficialSmokee [Intro] And I was like, roll that shit Light that shit, smoke it Roll that shit light that shit smoke it (till the rubber band pops) Roll that shit, light that shit Smoke it, (licking off shots till the rubber band pops) And I was like, roll that shit Light that shit, smoke it Roll that shit light that shit smoke it (till the rubber band pops) Roll that shit, light that shit Smoke it, (licking off shots till the rubber band pops) [Verse 1] Dope bagging in Volkswagens Got Tokes bragging to his bro Satchin Telling him about the doe stacking He thought his ho napping but she really texting Recollecting, all the times she was subjected To sitting in the car, while he smoking cigars Full of ganja, puffing around, don't give a fuck About her fucking lungs and mental health And now she's gonna stab him in the back n take the cash for herself They bundled him, into a cab in Camden Man they grabbed him, and then jabbed him in the Adams Apple Stabbed him in the abdomen Then they abandoned him, took about ten grand with them And the cash she handed, disbanded, they never found em But she didn't get far, hands bound by her bra I think I took it too far Now we got this chick in the car Take her to harvester car park and harvest her Organs to pawn 'em, quite appalling you are Mister [Chorus] Stacking em notes Until the rubber band pops Rubber band pops, rubber rubber band pops Hitting mad shots, cops, up in them spots Up in em spots, up a up in em spots Filling up blocks with my runners and shots Runners and shots Runner runners and shots Licking off shots, till the rubber band pops Rubber band pops, rubber rubber band pops [Verse 2] Safe crackers grey matter sprayed back Since way back, my heist game remained dapper Gay chatter made you sound like Queerest fella, trying to tickle with the nearest feather Make you fear this cellar, you'll be here forever Tied up in a basement by a bloke whose called Jason Wearing a real scary mask so he don't show his face And it's amazing how a good raping Provides an escape from the daily grind, wait rewind I think I'm turning to Satan Like a master mason Watching while I'm masturbating I've mastered debating, ask me anything The answers waiting And I'm a bad mutherfucker Shepard of the anus Committing heinous crimes Spitting rhymes of a sadist Yo, we started off great, we were mates Just fucking hand slapping Now I'm ransacking the room that his gran sat in Feds were gathering the proof On the cannabis and loot Outside my yard, vans with the cameras in the roof now [Chorus x2] Stacking em notes Until the rubber band pops Rubber band pops, rubber rubber band pops Hitting mad shots, cops, up in them spots Up in em spots, up a up in em spots Filling up blocks with my runners and shots Runners and shots Runner runners and shots Licking off shots, till the rubber band pops Rubber band pops, rubber rubber band pops [Outro] And I was like, roll that shit Light that shit, smoke it Roll that shit light that shit smoke it (till the rubber band pops) Roll that shit, light that shit Smoke it, (licking off shots till the rubber band pops) And I was like, roll that shit Light that shit, smoke it Roll that shit light that shit smoke it (till the rubber band pops) Roll that shit, light that shit Smoke it, (licking off shots till the rubber band pops)