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young dro - rubberband banks lyrics

[chorus:]
rubber band banks (boing yoing yoing yoing)
tokyo diamonds (joing yoing yoing yoing)
grand hustle ice (it be glowing yoing yoing yoing)
when we in the club (they think its snowing yoing yoing yoing)
28 inches (in the a yay yay yaer)
we be deep (everywhere yer yer yer)
b-tches want me (cause ima play yay yay yaer)
you know i got them choppas (cause ima spray yay yay yaer)

[verse 1:]
ima outer sp-ce balla, put you up on astronomy.
mathematically with a pistol i do trigonometry.
humbly, eat up a n-gg- like a paranah b.
riding in the cutl-ss same color as a b-mble 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 p-ss you, my choppas will outlast you.
i promise ima smash you, 30-06’s blast you.
600 see through benz call it the gl-ss coup.
diamonds look like p-ssion fruit, viper look like apple fruit.
ride through the hood you know the burban look like snaple juice.
bricks from black facts, from summa hill pappa 2.
rapper who, b-tch you know i’m the best thang smoking.
hit em in the neck with the tech, and leave ya throat smoking.
dro rollin, b-tch i got a million for yo million.
we up in these hoods trapping, building after building.

[verse 2:]
i love flipping down screens, and love riding 23’s.
love gliding down the street, and love watching lean on me.
love paying ten-a-key, love selling pounds of weed.
love in the club when my thugs all surrounding me.
ain’t n-body bouncing me, dj is announcing me.
shawty say she want dro, i think she want a ounce of me.
fed’s trying to pounce on me, i’m larger than a mountain b.
shawty say she f-ck with grand hustle b-tch bounce with me.
ice come from tokyo, roll like the rolla poll.
5 blunts of total dro, i think i’m bout to overdose.
trunk ain’t b-mping and jumping, it got the holy ghost.
bricks by the 50, 10 naw shawty 40 more.
trap time n-gg-, yeah strap time n-gg- put out better rubber band,
cr-p time n-gg-, in my lap a nine n-gg-,
45 in the console, show em how the reversible clip’ll do a drum roll.

[verse 3:]
28 inches (in the a ya yaer)
g4 (in the a ya yaer)
young dro (waves in my hair ya yaer)
b-tches want me (cause ima play yay yaer)
rock cartier, ima chief like an indian.
freaks are caribbean, my feet are amphibian.
prototype bentley with ?? in the vivian.
dark sniper riding in the viper up in michigan.
f-cking with my clique’ll get you lost like gilligan.
dro is on the pill again i promise ima kill again.
yall fake n-gg-s how the f-ck could you be real again.
murder all foes i trap em up than i seal em in.
rubber band fitted, s yutan chevy, straight drop glad got that s yutan ready.
cutl-ss cam ready paint, extra cranberry.
ice cream chevy, n-gg- ben & jerry.

- young dro lyrics

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