Rubberband Banks - Young Buck, Tha City Paper

Ima outer space baller, put you up on astronomy

Mathematically with a pistol I do trigonometry

Humbly, eat up a nigga like a piranha B

Riding 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 pass you, my choppas will outlast you

I promise I’mma 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 facts, from Summa Hill Pappa 2

Rapper who, bitch you know I’m the Best Thang Smoking

Hit em in the neck with the Tec, and leave ya throat smoking

Dro Rollin, bitch I got a million for yo million

We up in these hoods trapping, building after building

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)

Bitches want me (cause ima play yay yay yaer)

You know I got them choppas (cause ima spray yay yay yaer)

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 are 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 trying 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 roly-po

5 blunts of total dro, I think I’m bout to overdose

Trunk ain’t bumping and jumping, it got the holy ghost

Bricks by the 50, 10 naw shawty 40 more

Trap time nigga, yeah strap time nigga put down bet a rubber band,

crap time nigga, in my lap a nine nigga

45 in the console, show em how the reversible clip’ll do a drum roll

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)

Bitches want me (cause ima play yay yay yaer)

You know I got them choppas (cause ima spray yay yay yaer)

28 inches (in the A ya yaer)

G4 (in the A ya yaer)

Young Dro (waves in my hair ya yaer)

Bitches want me (cause ima play yay yaer)

Rock Cartier, I’mma Chief like an Indian

Freaks are Caribbean, my feets are amphibian

Prototype Bentley with Celerian and Vivian

Dark sniper riding in the Viper up in Michigan

Fucking with my clique’ll get you lost like Gilligan

Dro is on the pill again I promise I’mma kill again

Y’all fake niggas how the fuck could you be real again

Murder all foes I trap 'em up than I seal 'em in

Rubber band fitted, extra tan Chevy

Straight-drop glass got that extra tan ready

Cutlass Cam ready paint, extra Cranberry

Ice Cream Chevy, nigga Ben & Jerry