Kilboy! - Running Man/Bandz (feat. ROBB) Lyrics

Let's go
Running man running man
Let's do a race to 100 bands
50 my whip 50 my wrist
You f*ckboys talk to my other hand
Money man money man
Now I got sauce make your honey dance
One of my kind head of my time
Got that shit jumping like bunnies yeah
Yeah
We ain't going out sad (Sad)
My youngins they get to the bag (Bag)
Chop chop it up flip it in half (Half half)
You lost your heart to that girl (Girl)
Imma just stick to these racks (Racks)
No we ain't going out sad (Sad)
Nah smoke gas
Running man running man
Lets do race to 100 bandz
50 my whip 50 my wrist
You f*ckboys talk to my other hand
Money man money man
Now I got sauce make your honey dance
One of a kind head of my time
Got that shit jumping like bunnies yeah
Uh huh (Uh huh)
Uh huh (Uh huh)
Uh huh (Uh huh)
Uh huh (Uh huh)
Uh huh (Uh huh)
Uh huh (Uh huh)
Yeah yeah
Walk in the building I'm sparking my dope (Yeah ye dig)
You already know ain't no way you go as hard as I go (Yeah yeah)
Bring them hoes to the hotel
Body bag em tell your boyfriend
We got his whole drip by the wholesale
Can't let you in if you gon tell
You the type to go and tell 12 bout a dope sale
Supreme my vans
Rocking these rockstar pants
I'm geeked again
Baby girl watch me dance
Why am I dope? How I get these bands?
She at the show
She wanna join the band
I'm dripping dripping got these hoes swimming
Came a long way from no pot to piss in
Water whipping in the f*cking kitchen
Jumped off the porch cuz you niggas know that I
Gotta get it on my own
F*ck around and flip the pack
F*ck around and get it back
Nigga look where we at
Pretty bitches in the back
Tripping off me and Zach
These boys looking a list never get a call back
Bitch I'm way too flagrant
New money my fragrance
Why these boys still talking smack
They be doing this and they be doing that
Bet this 40 hit you right where you at
Keep it tucked that's where it's at
Cuz I'm walking in where the party at
Bring them hoes to the hotel
Body bag em tell your boyfriend
We got his whole drip by the wholesale
Can't let you in if you gon tell
You the type to go and tell 12 bout a dope sale
Supreme my vans
Rocking these rockstar pants
I'm geeked again
Baby girl watch me dance
Why am I dope? How I get these bands?
She at the show
She wanna join the band
She wanna join the team
What? pouring the lean
How you got diamonds moving the mid?
Sounds a lil fishy too me
You jocking my shit you look like my mini me
Uh huh yeah
I'm so hot boy im at a different degree
Tell the team just to fall in line
I poured em our they can get in with me
The club ain't lit then I'm getting the geek
Go give it out girl what do you need
I'm going no shirt If the club too packed
I'm going no shirt yeah I'm going Tupac
Got an afterparty for the top floor
For the encore but she knew that
Bring them hoes to the hotel
Body bag em tell your boyfriend
We got his whole drip by the wholesale
Can't let you in if you gon tell
You the type to go and tell 12 bout a dope sale