Look this just a lil intro for you cap ass mfs
Yea you over there stop ducking don't hide either
I see you peeking on da gram too witcho weird ass
RUNDEMBANDZUP BITCH
If you gone do it bitch do it to the neck
Young niggas trippin and they down to get a check
Run it up f*ck it up
If you ain't gang gang then you better buckle up
Gone gas em up brodie in the cut
He pouring up a liter two lines of some mud
No slime but its green on the winning team
Taking anything by necessary all means
These little bitches shaking ass for da gram
Politics yea I hear but ion care going up in da comments on the gram
Pocket watching why you lurking on the gram
Ion want that nigga baby he can't spend no bands
Broke niggas always flake flexing like they get a check
In the trenches it get hectic gotta keep it on you
Cause niggas claim that they gone ride bet they would run up on you
I ain't going back and fourth this ain't ping pong
Bitches wanna huddle up this ain't no sing a long
RUNDEMBANDZUP maybe we can team along
Zack and Cody in the field they on a high speed
Live that rockstar life just like Miley
No Cyrus cause when I hear them sirens
I'm jumping out da bando and bet you they won't find us
I said I betchu they won't find us
Family always ask me why you do it why you do it
Cause when you out here struggling it ain't really nothin to it
Said it ain't really nothing to it
Everyday a nigga wake up and get right to it
Watch em go stupid for dat bag Ray Charles
Now everybody in yo face when them racks on you
Where was you when a nigga didn't have a penny
Swear we was slidin in a stoolo tryna touch a milli
Blew five blew ten got that shit back
Now we on to bigger things we want dem big racks
Big house big car just tryna live that yea
Just tryna live that
If you gone do it bitch do it to the neck
Young niggas trippin and they down to get a check
Run it up f*ck it up
If you ain't gang gang then you better buckle up
Gone gas em up brodie in the cut
He pouring up a liter two lines of some mud
No slime but its green on the winning team
Taking anything by necessary all means
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Look this just a lil intro for you cap ass mfs
Yea you over there stop ducking don't hide either
I see you peeking on da gram too witcho weird ass
RUNDEMBANDZUP BITCH
If you gone do it bitch do it to the neck
Young niggas trippin and they down to get a check
Run it up f*ck it up
If you ain't gang gang then you better buckle up
Gone gas em up brodie in the cut
He pouring up a liter two lines of some mud
No slime but its green on the winning team
Taking anything by necessary all means
These little bitches shaking ass for da gram
Politics yea I hear but ion care going up in da comments on the gram
Pocket watching why you lurking on the gram
Ion want that nigga baby he can't spend no bands
Broke niggas always flake flexing like they get a check
In the trenches it get hectic gotta keep it on you
Cause niggas claim that they gone ride bet they would run up on you
I ain't going back and fourth this ain't ping pong
Bitches wanna huddle up this ain't no sing a long
RUNDEMBANDZUP maybe we can team along
Zack and Cody in the field they on a high speed
Live that rockstar life just like Miley
No Cyrus cause when I hear them sirens
I'm jumping out da bando and bet you they won't find us
I said I betchu they won't find us
Family always ask me why you do it why you do it
Cause when you out here struggling it ain't really nothin to it
Said it ain't really nothing to it
Everyday a nigga wake up and get right to it
Watch em go stupid for dat bag Ray Charles
Now everybody in yo face when them racks on you
Where was you when a nigga didn't have a penny
Swear we was slidin in a stoolo tryna touch a milli
Blew five blew ten got that shit back
Now we on to bigger things we want dem big racks
Big house big car just tryna live that yea
Just tryna live that
If you gone do it bitch do it to the neck
Young niggas trippin and they down to get a check
Run it up f*ck it up
If you ain't gang gang then you better buckle up
Gone gas em up brodie in the cut
He pouring up a liter two lines of some mud
No slime but its green on the winning team
Taking anything by necessary all means
Yea you over there stop ducking don't hide either
I see you peeking on da gram too witcho weird ass
RUNDEMBANDZUP BITCH
If you gone do it bitch do it to the neck
Young niggas trippin and they down to get a check
Run it up f*ck it up
If you ain't gang gang then you better buckle up
Gone gas em up brodie in the cut
He pouring up a liter two lines of some mud
No slime but its green on the winning team
Taking anything by necessary all means
These little bitches shaking ass for da gram
Politics yea I hear but ion care going up in da comments on the gram
Pocket watching why you lurking on the gram
Ion want that nigga baby he can't spend no bands
Broke niggas always flake flexing like they get a check
In the trenches it get hectic gotta keep it on you
Cause niggas claim that they gone ride bet they would run up on you
I ain't going back and fourth this ain't ping pong
Bitches wanna huddle up this ain't no sing a long
RUNDEMBANDZUP maybe we can team along
Zack and Cody in the field they on a high speed
Live that rockstar life just like Miley
No Cyrus cause when I hear them sirens
I'm jumping out da bando and bet you they won't find us
I said I betchu they won't find us
Family always ask me why you do it why you do it
Cause when you out here struggling it ain't really nothin to it
Said it ain't really nothing to it
Everyday a nigga wake up and get right to it
Watch em go stupid for dat bag Ray Charles
Now everybody in yo face when them racks on you
Where was you when a nigga didn't have a penny
Swear we was slidin in a stoolo tryna touch a milli
Blew five blew ten got that shit back
Now we on to bigger things we want dem big racks
Big house big car just tryna live that yea
Just tryna live that
If you gone do it bitch do it to the neck
Young niggas trippin and they down to get a check
Run it up f*ck it up
If you ain't gang gang then you better buckle up
Gone gas em up brodie in the cut
He pouring up a liter two lines of some mud
No slime but its green on the winning team
Taking anything by necessary all means
Writer: Jordan Davis
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