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Rubberband Banks
Young Dro 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 fuck 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
Fuckin' 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 fuck 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)
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 fuck 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
Fuckin' 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 fuck 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)
In "Rubberband Banks," Young Dro boasts about his immense wealth and power. The song starts with the rapper declaring that listeners won't know anything about the life he's about to describe. Throughout the song, Dro mentions his rubber band banks, indicating that he typically stores his money in rubber bands. He also talks about his love for expensive jewelry, grand hustle ice, and Tokyo diamonds. In addition, he mentions having various vehicles, including a Cutlass in bumblebee colors and a prototype Bentley. He claims to be a powerful player that bitches want, boasting about having choppers and 30-06 guns that could blast anyone. The song ends with Dro promising to kill anyone that messes with him and his clique.
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Cordale Quinn, Darwin Cordale Quinn, Djuan Hart
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@MyJourneyOM
Young dro was seriously a slept on lyricist
@charlesgriffin5208
Facts
@delldolo7314
Definitely, all brah old shit snap
@showtimej2582
Punchlines we’re nice
@clevelandbra
Dro slap but my g came out a little too early..if he’d came out during this flossing era he’d have killed all these young niggas. He had crazy production and drip on top of everything else
@MyJourneyOM
@@clevelandbra factsssssss
@panchovilla7580
Glad I grew up in this era. People just don't know how much this slapped in a good car back in 2006.
@alexander13580
Mainstream and Chicano Rap sounded so damn good back in 2006!
@donantoine2424
Big facts! ✊🏿
@donantoine2424
@Ballystarr 🔥🔥🔥