Rubberband Banks

Original

Hey, hey y'all ain't gon' know nothin' about this shit man. For real.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Young Jordan in this bitch, man I'm tryna tell you.

-Hey. -We in the club.

Hey check this. Hey, hey rubber band bands. Boing.

Okay Tokyo diamonds.

Showin' okay Grand Hustle ice. Hey, hey, hey. Young Money in the club. Hey, hey, hey.

Twenty-eight inches. In the A-A-Area. I go

B-B-B every way-ay-ay. Hey check it. Bitches want me 'cause I'm a player.

Hey, okay you know I got them choppers.

Hey, hey, hey.

Outter space foreign, put you up on astronomy.

Mathematically with a pistol I do trigonometry. Humbly, eat up a nigga like a piranha be.

Ridin' in the Cut the same color as a bumblebee. I had to. Man I bought the flip-flop Janchu. Paint the

Chevy sad blue, you know my dad was sad blue. Ride straight past you.

My choppers will outlast you. I promise I'ma smash you. Thirty-cal sixes blast you.

Six hundred 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 bourbon look like Snapple juice. Bricks from Black Fack, Osama hill pappertoo. Rapper who?

Bitch you know I'm the best thing smokin'.

Hit him in the neck with the TEC and leave his throat smokin'. Trunk rollin'. Bitch I got a million for your million.

We up in these hoods trappin', building after building. Rubber band bands. Boing.

Okay Tokyo diamonds.

Showin' okay Grand Hustle ice. Hey, hey, hey. Young Money in the club. Hey, hey, hey.

Twenty-eight inches. In the A-A-Area. I go B-B-B every way-ay-ay. Hey check it.

Bitches want me 'cause I'm a player. Hey, okay you know I got them choppers.

Hey, hey, hey. I love flippin' down screens and love ridin' twenty-three.

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 with my dogs all surroundin' me.

Ain't nobody bouncin' me, the DJ is announcin' me.

Shawty say she want dro, I think she want an ounce of me. Feds try 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 a rollie pole. Five blunts of OG, boy I think I'm 'bout to overdose.

Trunk ain't bumpin', it's jumpin', it got the Holy Ghost.

Bricks by the fifty, ten, now shawty bought it more. Trap-tie nigga, yeah a scrap-tie nigga.

Put out, build a rubber band, craft-tie 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 bands. Boing.

Okay Tokyo diamonds. Showin' okay Grand Hustle ice. Hey, hey, hey.

Young Money in the club.

Hey, hey, hey.

Twenty-eight inches. In the A-A-Area. I go B-B-B every way-ay-ay. Hey check it.

Bitches want me 'cause I'm a player. Hey, okay you know I got them choppers.

Hey, hey, hey. Twenty-eight inches in the A-A-Area. Where you at? G4 in the

A-A-Area. Hey who it is? Young Dro. Waves in my hair-hair. Bitches want me 'cause

I'm a player. She want Bacardi era. I'm a chief like a Indian.

Freaks are Caribbean, my feats are amphibian. Prototype Bentley with Solerian 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 niggas, how the fuck could you be real again? Murder all foes, I trap 'em up then

I seal 'em in. Rubber band fifty. Boing. Extra ten Chevy.

Straight drop Glad, got that extra ten ready. Cut the cam ready, pink extra cranberry.

Ice cream sandy, nigga Ben and Jerry. Hey rubber band bands. Boing. Okay Tokyo diamonds.

Showin' okay Grand

Hustle ice. Hey, hey, hey.

Young Money in the club. Hey, hey, hey.

Twenty-eight inches. In the A-A-Area. I go B-B-B every way-ay-ay. Hey check it.

Bitches want me 'cause I'm a player. Hey, okay you know I got them choppers.

Hey, hey, hey.