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Young Dro - Rubberband Banks Lyrics
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Ayy, ayy, y'all ain't gon' know nothin' about this shit here, man
For real, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Dro in this bitch, man, I'm tryna tell you, ayy
(When we in the club)

(Ayy, check this, ayy, ayy)
Rubber band banks, okay (boing)
Tokyo diamonds, ayy, okay (choing)
Grand Hustle ice, ayy, ayy (it be glowing)
And when we in the club, ayy, ayy (they think it's snowing)
Twenty-eight inches, ayy, ayy (in the air)
We be deep, ayy, ayy (everywhere)
Bitches want me, ayy, okay ('cause I'm a player)
You know I got them choppas, ayy ('cause I'm a sprayer)

Ayy, look, outer space ballin', put you up on astronomy
Mathematically, with a pistol I do trigonometry
Humbly, eat up a nigga like a piranha, B
Ridin' in the Cutlass, same color as a bumblebee
I had to, man I brought the flip-flop Jag through
Paint the Chevy sad blue, you know my Devi' sad blue
Ride straight past you, my choppas will outlast you
I promise I'ma smash you, .30-06's blast you
600 see-through Benz, call it the glass coup
Diamonds look like passion fruit, Viper look like apple fruit
Ride through the hood, you know the 'Burban look like Snapple juice
Bricks from Black, back from Summa Hill Pappa Two
Rapper who, bitch you know I'm the Best Thang Smokin'
Hit 'em in the neck with the Tec and leave ya throat smokin'
Dro rollin', bitch I got a million for your million
We up in these hoods trappin', buildin' after buildin'

Rubber band banks, okay (boing)
Tokyo diamonds, ayy, okay (choing)
Grand Hustle ice, ayy, ayy (it be glowing)
And when we in the club, ayy, ayy (they think it's snowing)
Twenty-eight inches, ayy, ayy (in the air)
We be deep, ayy, ayy (everywhere)
Bitches want me, ayy, okay ('cause I'm a player)
You know I got them choppas, ayy ('cause I'm a sprayer)

I love flippin' down screens, and love ridin' 23's
Love glidin' down the street and love watchin' Lean On Me
Love payin' ten a key, love sellin' pounds of weed
Love in the club when my thugs all surrounding me
Ain't nobody bouncing me, DJ is announcing me
Shawty say she want Dro, I think she want a ounce of me
Feds tried to pounce on me, I'm larger than a mountain be
Shawty say she f*ck with Grand Hustle, bitch, bounce with me
Ice come from Tokyo, roll like like a roly-po
Five blunts of total dro, I think I'm 'bout to overdose
Trunk ain't bumpin' and jumpin', it got the holy ghost
Bricks by the fifty, ten, nah, shawty, forty more
Trap time, nigga, yeah, strap time, nigga
Put down , bet a rubber band
Crap time, nigga, in my lap a nine, nigga
Forty-five in the console
Show 'em how the reversible clip'll do a drum roll

Rubber band banks, okay (boing)
Tokyo diamonds, ayy, okay (choing)
Grand Hustle ice, ayy, ayy (it be glowing)
And when we in the club, ayy, ayy (they think it's snowing)
Twenty-eight inches, ayy, ayy (in the air)
We be deep, ayy, ayy (everywhere)
Bitches want me, ayy, okay ('cause I'm a player)
You know I got them choppas, ayy ('cause I'm a sprayer)

Twenty-eight inches (in the air)
Where you at? G4 (in the air)
Who it is? Young Dro (waves in my hair)
Bitches want me ('cause I'm a player)
What you do? Rock Cartier
I'm a chief like an Indian
Freaks are Caribbean, my feets are amphibian
Prototype Bentley with Celerian and Vivian
Dark sniper ridin' in the Viper up to Michigan
F*ckin' with my clique'll get you lost like Gilligan
Dro is on the pill again, I promise I'ma kill again
Y'all fake niggas, how the f*ck could you be real again?
Murder all foes, I trap 'em up then I seal 'em in
Rubber band fitted, extra tan Chevy
Straight drop glass, got that extra ten ready
Cutlass Cam ready paint, extra Cranberry
Ice cream Chevy, nigga, Ben and Jerry (ayy, Dro)

Rubber band banks, okay (boing)
Tokyo diamonds, ayy, okay (choing)
Grand Hustle ice, ayy, ayy (it be glowing)
And when we in the club, ayy, ayy (they think it's snowing)
Twenty-eight inches, ayy, ayy (in the air)
We be deep, ayy, ayy (everywhere)
Bitches want me, ayy, okay ('cause I'm a player)
You know I got them choppas, ayy ('cause I'm a sprayer)
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Ayy, ayy, y'all ain't gon' know nothin' about this shit here, man
For real, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Dro in this bitch, man, I'm tryna tell you, ayy
(When we in the club)

(Ayy, check this, ayy, ayy)
Rubber band banks, okay (boing)
Tokyo diamonds, ayy, okay (choing)
Grand Hustle ice, ayy, ayy (it be glowing)
And when we in the club, ayy, ayy (they think it's snowing)
Twenty-eight inches, ayy, ayy (in the air)
We be deep, ayy, ayy (everywhere)
Bitches want me, ayy, okay ('cause I'm a player)
You know I got them choppas, ayy ('cause I'm a sprayer)

Ayy, look, outer space ballin', put you up on astronomy
Mathematically, with a pistol I do trigonometry
Humbly, eat up a nigga like a piranha, B
Ridin' in the Cutlass, same color as a bumblebee
I had to, man I brought the flip-flop Jag through
Paint the Chevy sad blue, you know my Devi' sad blue
Ride straight past you, my choppas will outlast you
I promise I'ma smash you, .30-06's blast you
600 see-through Benz, call it the glass coup
Diamonds look like passion fruit, Viper look like apple fruit
Ride through the hood, you know the 'Burban look like Snapple juice
Bricks from Black, back from Summa Hill Pappa Two
Rapper who, bitch you know I'm the Best Thang Smokin'
Hit 'em in the neck with the Tec and leave ya throat smokin'
Dro rollin', bitch I got a million for your million
We up in these hoods trappin', buildin' after buildin'

Rubber band banks, okay (boing)
Tokyo diamonds, ayy, okay (choing)
Grand Hustle ice, ayy, ayy (it be glowing)
And when we in the club, ayy, ayy (they think it's snowing)
Twenty-eight inches, ayy, ayy (in the air)
We be deep, ayy, ayy (everywhere)
Bitches want me, ayy, okay ('cause I'm a player)
You know I got them choppas, ayy ('cause I'm a sprayer)

I love flippin' down screens, and love ridin' 23's
Love glidin' down the street and love watchin' Lean On Me
Love payin' ten a key, love sellin' pounds of weed
Love in the club when my thugs all surrounding me
Ain't nobody bouncing me, DJ is announcing me
Shawty say she want Dro, I think she want a ounce of me
Feds tried to pounce on me, I'm larger than a mountain be
Shawty say she f*ck with Grand Hustle, bitch, bounce with me
Ice come from Tokyo, roll like like a roly-po
Five blunts of total dro, I think I'm 'bout to overdose
Trunk ain't bumpin' and jumpin', it got the holy ghost
Bricks by the fifty, ten, nah, shawty, forty more
Trap time, nigga, yeah, strap time, nigga
Put down , bet a rubber band
Crap time, nigga, in my lap a nine, nigga
Forty-five in the console
Show 'em how the reversible clip'll do a drum roll

Rubber band banks, okay (boing)
Tokyo diamonds, ayy, okay (choing)
Grand Hustle ice, ayy, ayy (it be glowing)
And when we in the club, ayy, ayy (they think it's snowing)
Twenty-eight inches, ayy, ayy (in the air)
We be deep, ayy, ayy (everywhere)
Bitches want me, ayy, okay ('cause I'm a player)
You know I got them choppas, ayy ('cause I'm a sprayer)

Twenty-eight inches (in the air)
Where you at? G4 (in the air)
Who it is? Young Dro (waves in my hair)
Bitches want me ('cause I'm a player)
What you do? Rock Cartier
I'm a chief like an Indian
Freaks are Caribbean, my feets are amphibian
Prototype Bentley with Celerian and Vivian
Dark sniper ridin' in the Viper up to Michigan
F*ckin' with my clique'll get you lost like Gilligan
Dro is on the pill again, I promise I'ma kill again
Y'all fake niggas, how the f*ck could you be real again?
Murder all foes, I trap 'em up then I seal 'em in
Rubber band fitted, extra tan Chevy
Straight drop glass, got that extra ten ready
Cutlass Cam ready paint, extra Cranberry
Ice cream Chevy, nigga, Ben and Jerry (ayy, Dro)

Rubber band banks, okay (boing)
Tokyo diamonds, ayy, okay (choing)
Grand Hustle ice, ayy, ayy (it be glowing)
And when we in the club, ayy, ayy (they think it's snowing)
Twenty-eight inches, ayy, ayy (in the air)
We be deep, ayy, ayy (everywhere)
Bitches want me, ayy, okay ('cause I'm a player)
You know I got them choppas, ayy ('cause I'm a sprayer)
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Writer: Cordale Quinn, Darwin Cordale Quinn, Djuan Hart
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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