Letra de Run - 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, nigga, and what? (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 (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 (Hype man)

She know I got paper, she wanna get a 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 hunnid in the club, put this shit on Forbes

Beef in the streets come with these whores

The pussy so good, it be startin' wars

Oh, oh, oh man, oh damn

This Glock I trust 'cause it don't jam

I'm tryna run the bag up, she wanna slow dance

I'm tryna toot it and boot it, she wanna 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, nigga, and what? (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 (Stand us)

Big digits, Chrome Heart, bitch spend it

Get with it, if I rapped it, I lived it

Big digits, whole lotta pretty bitches

No cap, not a snapback or a fitted (Ah)

How they do, muhfucka? It's the big homie

Different bitch every 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 (No)

Get money in the safe, sex in the air (Air)

Yeah, jumpin' off a bean for me everywhere (Where)

I be livin' in the bank, you ain't ever there (Never)

Clap, clap that ass like it's automatic ('Matic)

I'm obsessed with that ass, I'm an ass fanatic ('Natic)

Put the pump to his lip like an asthmatic

And we still flipped the work like an acrobatic (Flip it)

Yeah, play time, now it's break time

Yeah, too busy but I make time

Yeah, 4Hunnid with them gang signs

If we talkin' millionaires, bitch, I'm front line (Ah)

Run them bands up, run them bands up (Bitch)

Run them bands up, run them bands up

Run them bands up, run them bands up

Spend it 'cause I'm up, nigga, and what? (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 (Stand us)

Big digits, Chrome Heart, bitch, spend it (Uh)

Get with it, if I rapped it, I lived it (BIA, BIA)

Big digits, whole lotta pretty bitches (Uh)

No cap, not a snapback or a fitted

I run it up 'til I'm tired (Yes)

Went back to sleep and woke up to a wire

Niggas inquire who been fuckin' me prior

Bitch, I been hot, Richard Pryor, uh

It's gettin' hot in here

Ain't no talent, drop a tear 'cause I hope in Lears (Skrrt)

I took the P.S. lounge 'cause they stop and stare

I know these white folks wonder how we got in here, uh

Took the club and the kitchen from the backdoor

It's the only time that I ever get backdoored (Rrah)

Nigga, the fuck you think I rap for?

Nigga, you could see it on my dashboard

Plain Jane Rollie cost a whole half a ticket (Facts)

Worth eight figures, ain't no such thing as trickin' (21)

Should've been a farmer, I be chasin' after chicken (21)

Focused on the money, that shit come along with bitches (21)

No love for the opps, they get knocked out their britches (Pussy)

Jump inside the box, spin the block 'til I'm dizzy (Pussy)

Fat transfer, if you ain't right, I get your titties (Fat)

Fuck me in the car, I'm in a rush, you know I'm busy (21)

Drove out, fuck a superstar and made that bitch part of my rollout

Rappin' all that tough shit done got his ass hoe'd out

You can't buy no ticket to my show 'cause they be sold out

Security wanna search us at the door when we got poles out (21)

Bad bitch got her ass out

You ain't really, "Gang, gang," nigga, you a mascot (Pussy)

Check my bank statements, you a pass out

You need people like me to point and call the bad guy

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