RUN LYRICS YG
[Chorus: YG]
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)
[Verse 1: YG]
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
In 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
[Chorus: YG]
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)
[Post-Chorus: YG & Tyga]
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)
[Verse 2: Tyga]
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 the front line (Ah)
[Chorus: YG & Tyga]
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)
[Post-Chorus: YG & BIA]
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
[Verse 3: BIA]
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
[Verse 4: 21 Savage]
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
