Paroles Run ya bands up Young Scooter

Run ya bands up

featuring Big Bank Black

(Chorus)
I live a dope boy life
When you’re hustling some days you can’t get right
I live a dope boy life
When you’re hustling some days you can’t get right.
Run your bands up, run your bands up,
Run your bands up, run your bands up,
Run your bands up, run your bands up,
Run your bands up, run your bands up.

(Verse)
I’m a bad chemist, I work bands up,
You a dope boy, hold your hands up
You never saw a break, get your grounds up
You’re a bad bitch, run your bands up.
Baking soda, I got rich up on the hammer
I’m the king of the streets, I got it handled.
Counting, counting checks, get your camera
All I do is flix, they can’t stand it.
Street certified, I don’t rap lies,
But I rap piles, I’m jugging over grind.
Cross scooter and white chocolate talking homicide
The life I live got my family thinking imma die.

(Chorus)
I live a dope boy life
When you’re hustling some days you can’t get right
I live a dope boy life
When you’re hustling some days you can’t get right.
Run your bands up, run your bands up,
Run your bands up, run your bands up,
Run your bands up, run your bands up,
Run your bands up, run your bands up.

(Verse)
You rapper don’t respect me, do you like my nigger, Gucci?
A rapper don’t respect me, than we gonna get to shoot.
You niggers hating on me cause they can’t fuck with Gucci
But jugg over quarter million last week with Gucci.
I run my bands up and I don’t run my friends up
About to change my rap game and leave my niggers plugged up
Cause we’re running days with us, ain’t nobody go fuck with us,
All my partner loyal to me, nigger, in B and G we trust.
Long as we’re still breathing we gonna keeping getting the trunk.
They put bands on my head but ain’t nobody never trying the luck
No messing with co-cities on six, you know we’re plugged up
I see some haters in this house, I tell them run their bands up.

(Chorus)
I live a dope boy life
When you’re hustling some days you can’t get right
I live a dope boy life
When you’re hustling some days you can’t get right.
Run your bands up, run your bands up,
Run your bands up, run your bands up,
Run your bands up, run your bands up,
Run your bands up, run your bands up.

(Verse)
OG, got bands from the old days
I remember I had dreams of a full way
Jugg it good, me and Ike on the four way
Everybody in the mob about that gunplay
Saw a nigger last week, he lost his whole face
Thirty murders in one year, they took the hood away
They’re setting ducktape again, they try to build a case
I’m trying to serve these fucking packs above the pillowcase.
Ain’t got a come up for a nigger, pull up to the truck
Big Bank can’t get caught up on a wild thing
If you’re a real street nigger you understand that
Big Bank can’t get caught up on a wild time.

(Chorus)
I live a dope boy life
When you’re hustling some days you can’t get right
I live a dope boy life
When you’re hustling some days you can’t get right.
Run your bands up, run your bands up,
Run your bands up, run your bands up,
Run your bands up, run your bands up,
Run your bands up, run your bands up.