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Young Dro - Rubberband Banks (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dro
Young Dro
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D'Juan Hart
D'Juan Hart
Songwriter
Darwin Quinn
Darwin Quinn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tip
Tip
Executive Producer
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mixing Engineer
Elliott Carter
Elliott Carter
Recording Engineer
Lil C
Lil C
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey, hey y'all ain't gon' no nothin' about this shit here, man
For real, ay, ay, ay, ay
Young Dro on this beach, man
I'm tryna tell you, ay
Movin' in the club
[Verse 2]
Rubberband banks
Tokyo diamonds
Ay, okay
Jo-oi-oi-ng
Okay, Grand Hustle ice, oi-oi-oi-oi
Ay, ay, yo, ay
When we in the club, they think it's snowin'-oh-wee-oh-wee-oh-wee
Ay, ay, yo, ay
28 inches in the A-ay-ay-ay
We be deep, everywhere-er-er-er-er
Ay, ay
Bitches want me, 'cause I'm a player-ayer-ayer-ayer
You know I got them choppers, finna spray-ay-ay-ay-ayer
[Verse 3]
Outer space ballin', put you up on astronomy
Mathematically with a pistol, I do trigonometry
Humbly, eat up a **** 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 dad was sad blue
Ride straight past you, my choppas will outlast you
I promise, I'ma smash you, 30-06s blast you
600 see through Benz, call it the glass coupe
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 facts, from Summer Hill, Pappa 2
Rapper who? Bitch you know I'm the best thang smokin', chu do?
Hit 'em in the neck with the TEC, and leave ya throat smokin'
Dro rollin', bitch, I got a million for yo' million
We up in these hoods trappin', building after building
[Verse 4]
Rubberband banks
Boi-oi-oi-ng
Tokyo diamonds
Jo-oi-oi-ng
Ay, okay, Grand Hustle ice, glow-ee-oi-oi-oi
Ay, ay, yo, ay
When we in the club, they think it's snowin'-oh-wee-oh-wee-oh-wee
Ay, ay, yo, ay
28 inches in the A-ay-ay-ay
We be deep, everywhere-er-er-er-er
Ay, ay
Bitches want me, 'cause I'm a player-ayer-ayer-ayer
Ay, okay
You know I got them choppers, finna spray-ay-ay-ay-ayer
[Verse 5]
Attention, hey yo
I love flippin' down screens and love ridin' 23s
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 are surrounding me
Ain't nobody bouncin' me, DJ is announcin' me
Shawty say she want Dro, I think she want a ounce of me
Feds tryna pounce on me
I'm larger than a mountain be
Okay
Shawty say she roll with Grand Hustle
Bitch bounce with me
Ice come from Tokyo, roll 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 50, 10, naw shawty, 40 mo'
Trap time ****, yeah, strap time ****
Put down, better roll a band
Crap time ****, in my lap, a nine, ****
.45 in the console, show 'em how the reversible
Clip'll do a drum roll
[Verse 6]
Rubberband banks
Boi-oi-oi-ng
Okay, Tokyo diamond
Jo-oi-oi-ng
Ay, okay, Grand Hustle ice, glow-ee-oi-oi-oi
When we in the club, they think it's snowin'-oh-wee-oh-wee-oh-wee
28 inches in the A-ay-ay-ay
Ay, I
We be deep, everywhere-er-er-er-er
Ay, ay
Bitches want me, 'cause I'm a player-ayer-ayer-ayer
Ay, okay
You know I got them choppers, finna spray-ay-ay-ay-ayer
Ay, ay
Ay, 28 inches, in the ay-yay-air
Where you at, jeep oh?
In the ay-air
Who it is?
[Verse 7]
Young Dro
Waves in my hey-ay-er
Bitches want me, 'cause I'm a player-ayer-ayer-ayer
What you doin'?
Rock Cartier, I'ma chief, like a indian
Freaks are Caribbean, my feets are amphibian
Prototype Bentley, with Celerain and 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'ma kill again
Y'all fake ****, 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 tan ready
Cutlas Cam, ready paint, extra Cranberry
Ice cream city, ****, Ben & Jerry
[Verse 8]
Rubberband banks
Boi-oi-oi-ng
Okay, Tokyo diamond
Jo-oi-oi-ng
Ay, okay
Grand Hustle island, glow-ee-oi-oi-oi
When we in the club, they think it's snowin'-oh-wee-oh-wee-oh-wee
Ay, ay, yo, ay
28 inches in the A-ay-ay-ay
Ay, I
We be deep, everywhere-er-er-er-er
Ay, ay
Bitches want me, 'cause I'm a player-ayer-ayer-ayer
Ay, okay
You know I got them choppers, finna spray-ay-ay-ay-ayer
Written by: C. Quinn, D. Hart
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