Rubberband Banks (Young Dro)

Rubber band banks (boing, yoing, yoing, yoing) Tokyo diamonds (choing, yoing, yoing, yoing) Grand Hustle ice (it be glowing yoing, yoing, yoing) When we in the club (they think it's snowing yoing, yoing, yoing) Twenty-eight inches (in the A yay, yay, yaer) We be deep (everywhere yer, yer, yer) Bitches want me ('cause I'm a play yay, yay, yaer) You know I got them choppas ('cause I'm a spray yay, yay, yaer) I'm a outer space balla, 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 bumble bee 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'm a smash you, thirty us sixes blast you Six hundred 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 Snaple juice Bricks from back facts, from Summa Hill Pappa Two Rapper who, bitch; you know I'm the best thang smokin' Hit 'em in the neck with the tech, and leave ya throat smokin' Dro rollin', bitch; I got a million for yo' million We up in these hoods trappin', buildin' after buildin' [Chorus] 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 Fed's tryin' to pounce on me; I'm loyal than a mount'lgee Shawty say she fuck with Grand Hustle; bitch, bounce with me Ice come from Tokyo, roll like the rolla poll 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, naw, shawty, forty more Trap time, nigga, yeah, strap time, nigga, Put out better 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 [Chorus] Twenty-eight inches (in the a ya, yaer) G4 (in the a ya, yaer) Young Dro (raisin' my hands ya, yaer) Bitches want me ('cause I'm a play yay, yaer) Rock Cartier, I'm a chief like an Indian Freaks are Caribbean, my feets are amphibian Prototype Bentley with Salyrian in the Vivian Dark sniper ridin' in the Viper up in Michigan Fuckin' with my clique'll get you lost like Gilligan Dro is on the pill again; I promise I'm a kill again Y'all fake niggas, how the fuck could you be real again? Murder all foes; I trap 'em up then I seal 'em in Rubber band fitted, S Yutan Chevy Straight drop, glad got that S Yutan ready Cutlass Cam ready paint, extra Cranberry Ice cream Chevy, nigga, Ben and Jerry