Rubber Bands

[Verse One]
I got bitches in my phone cause a nigga rap
Chicken head hoes and pussy niggas wantin in on that
Reachin for that pole, dont you grip on that
Aim but you dont squeeze, it's on E, it's a fuckin wrap
Nigga stupid, I don't know where my mind is at
Check his eyes, deep inside, that boy'll lie, watch your fucking back
Stretcher or mufuckin torture rack
He went in the field for profit, he got robbed and couldn't make a quarter back
Now I'm strollin through your hood with your chains on, I been dead inside, so I can't die you squeeze that fye and leave some stains on
And I want brain no office zombie, either blade to face or snatch that bitch and fuck her face, get brain until we share the same thoughts
Bitch I'm movin fast, fuck a race car, got me on some reckless shit like Quentin
Seekin vengeance, so that K pop, blood vessels, ain't no other way, dog
Keep on barkin like you bout it, bitch, I'm Michael Vick, if you want play, AWW

[Hook]
Chicken chicken, rubber bands
Chicken chicken, rubber bands
Chicken chicken, rubber bands
Chicken chicken, rubber bands
Chicken chicken, rubber bands
Chicken chicken, rubber bands
Chicken chicken, rubber bands
Chicken chicken, rubber bands (Bitch! Bitch!)