Run Lyrics by YG (feat. Tyga, 21 Savage & BIA)
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Spend it ’cause I’m up, n****, and what?
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Thought we was fallin’ off, you can’t stand us
Whole lotta bands in my left hand
The pistol got a drum, I’m the band man
Whole lotta drink in my right hand
Long live slim 400, the hype man
She know I got paper, she want to get her issue
Over a bitch, never act sentimental
Drop top coupe, this is not a rental
Pull up F8 Ferrari, fuck with they mental
Gentle as you open the door
Threw a hundred in the club, put this shit on Forbes
Beef in the streets come with these whores
The pussy so good it be starting wars
Oh, oh-oh man, oh damn
In Glock I trust ’cause it don’t jam
I’m trynna run the bag up, she want to slow dance
I’m trynna toot it and boot it, she want to romance
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Spend it ’cause I’m up, n****, and what?
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Thought we was fallin’ off, you can’t stand us
Big digits, chrome heart, bitch, spend it
Get wit’ it, if I rapped it, I lived it
Big digits, whole lot of pretty bitches
No cap, not a snap back or fitted
Howdy-do muthafucka? It’s the big homie
Different bitch ever night, I am never lonely
Said she had a OnlyFans but she never told me
Said she a real squirter, now she gotta show me
Yeah, on demon, I don’t play fair (Nope)
Get money and the safe sex in the air (Air)
Yeah, jumpin’ off a bean, feel me everywhere (Everywhere)
I be livin’ in the bank, you ain’t never there
Yeah, clap-clap that ass like it’s automatic (Automatic)
I’m obsessed with that ass, I’m an ass fanatic (Fanatic)
Put the pump to his lip like an asthmatic
And we still flip the work like a acrobatic (Flip it)
Yeah, play time now it’s break time
Yeah, two glizzy but I make time
Yeah, four hundred with them gang signs
If we talkin’ millionaires, bitch, I’m front line
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Run them bands up, run them bands up
Spend it ’cause I’m up, n****, and what?
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