Rubberband Banks Lyrics - Best Thang Smokin' - Young Dro

[Chorus] 

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 

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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