Call Me T.I.-Glasses Malone

Rubber band man, b**ch I got stash Cause I'm a dough boy, what you know about that? You can call me T.I. , handling my B.I. Guns, guns like a G.I., Hoes cause I'm a P.I. I bring them out, cause my bread is long And its big things popping till I'm dead and gone You can call me T.I. , handling my B.I. Guns like a G.I., Hoes cause I'm a P.I. Boom! Free T.I.P., my ni**a free T.I.P., Ask Jeezy bought me, ni**a this Crip I could get a hundred years for having this clip Lay a hundred down, wit one trip Next year's model, how a ni**a did Next top model's on a ni**a dick Word from pitcher's stone To now I'm pitchin sticks What you staring at, take a picture trick Yea you heard me b**ch, go call your men's up My hustle grand, they got my grands up We blowing money fast, ni**a and what If you do it like G, my ni**a stand up And put your hands up, like the law here Sh*t but f**k the law, you tryna ball here The top shelf bottles bring them all here F**k January 1st, we do this all year Rubber band man, b**ch I got stash Cause I'm a dough boy, what you know about that? You can call me T.I. , handling my B.I. Guns, guns like a G.I., Hoes cause I'm a P.I. I bring them out, cause my bread is long And its big things popping till I'm dead and gone You can call me T.I. , handling my B.I. Guns like a G.I., Hoes cause I'm a P.I. The top bag, it's on 24, Run up on this b**ch and watch the semi blow Laid too many down on too many flow I left them pale, talking Demi Moore This bread got me eating like it's dinner rolls Now I'm snatching plates, where your dinner go Ain't too many real gangsters left in it, bro, nah Sh*t I'm like Cortez, these niggas Kenneth Cole Jack the swag, shout out to Rosay Now I'm a rock star, shout out to Coldplay Coldest cube, shout out to OShay Just legendary, like the OJays Catch me hitting corners in the clean grown Vanilla paint seats, icecream cones Till the kings home, I'm in the king's throne Beating on my chest like I'm king Kong Rubber band man, b**ch I got stash Cause I'm a dough boy, what you know about that? You can call me T.I. , handling my B.I. Guns, guns like a G.I., Hoes cause I'm a P.I. I bring them out, cause my bread is long And its big things popping till I'm dead and gone You can call me T.I. , handling my B.I. Guns like a G.I., Hoes cause I'm a P.I.