Rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my
Rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my
Rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my
Rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my
Rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my
Rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my

Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up
At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up
Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up
At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up
Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up
At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up
Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up
At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up

Papers in my pocket and Im fucking the grams up
Shawty throw it back on the cam like she a panther
Throw ya hands up in the air, you got the answer
Lance still rocking the pink like fuck cancer
Back with the team
Ready to go
I move fast but shawty Im sippin slow
She wanna smoke, she wanna fly
She want them butterfly kisses all down her thighs
I know the game, I wanna try
To see if all of your pleasure can multiply
The night is young
Your body warm
And girl your loving is starting to be the norm
You call me bae
Hey babygirl
You smiling hard and fidgeting with your curls
Just follow me, Itll be alright
Lets chill together and have a hell of a night

Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up
At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up
Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up
At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up
Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up
At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up
Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up
At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up

Hidden Lixx, everyday
Make my move and I get my pay
512 with a brand new boo
Guess I got that Jamba juice
Like a pair of skates
If its late, then we sliding through
Baby looking great and they hate that Im eying you
Now Im in my lane, diamonds plain, but Im taking off
And I got the key to the game like Im Microsoft
I ain't rapping though
When they speak, let the money talk
I ain't capping tho
Mad at me, let ya honey talk
All that back and forth
Really sound like that dummy talk
Making hella noise when you should be making money, talk
Throwing all that shade and I still make it sunny
Taking all ya time but you never taking from me

Bottom line Im cut from a different cloth
And you ain't up to par, you better off playing golf
Im with a breeze and sunset mimosas
Getting to the bread, now where the fuck are the toasters

Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up
At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up
Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up
At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up
Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up
At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up
Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up
At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up