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