Band Runna Lyrics

Yeah

I've been runnin' up these bands, I've been runnin' up these bands

I've been runnin' up these bands, I've been runnin' up these bands

I swear I've done enough these fans

Ain't no stumblin' up these plans

Or we gunnin' up these stands, I've been runnin' up these bands

I'mma band runna, aye I'mma headhunta, aye

Just want the head from her, aye you good as dead, Gunna, aye

You good as dead, sucka, aye now eat this led, fucka

Yo bitch gave me head, fucka, shawty lick me like a red sucka

I'mma led dumpa, aye you gotta red jumpa

Yo girl been a bed jumpa just copped the head dump her

Then you know Fred hump her now he say you dead, Thumpa

Play with me, you dead, fucka, all I see is dead fuckas, aye

Blue faces, blue hunnids, they talkin' bout my city but know who run it

If them crackas ever end up dead I think they know who done it

Got my own business and fund it

They can claim they betta but ain't done shit

I won't stop until we dumb rich, numb rich

You shouldn't have ever doubted me, you dumb bitch I run shit

Could empty out the drum quick ain't talkin' bout no drum kit

Dumb jit, could care less where you from kid

Round here you might end up gettin' slumped quick

Yeah I'm on my Trump shit Yeah YEAHHH

I've been runnin' up these bands, I've been runnin' up these bands

I've been runnin' up these bands, I've been runnin' up these bands

I swear I've done enough these fans

Ain't no stumblin' up these plans

Or we gunnin' up these stands, I've been runnin' up these bands

Ridin' round with the top back smokin' on that opp pack

You can't get your opp back, all I do is drop facts

Shawty suck me up like a shop vac,

Youngest, richest, cracka out Lynn City

All I wanna do is pop tags

I won't die young, but I'm gon' die rich

Where I'm from I feel like A Boogie and High Bridge

I run my own label and business I'm more of a hybrid

My family name been around they all look me as high bred

This guy dead I won't stop till I paint the sky red

I've been thinkin' bout my city and all the lies fed

I can't stop till I fix my city and all my guys fed

That's why my shooters could paint your white t-shirt Heinz red

This where the line ends walk into the lions den

Make yo shawty spine bend then spank her on her hind end

Everybody wanna chime in but nobody puts the time in

I got my baby diamonds so she really gon' be shinin'

Started my own business even got my business plan

I feel like Jay Z I'm not a businessman I'm a business man

Put that shit aside I'm the coldest cracka

Since y'all witnessed Stan at the witness stand

I'm so fuckin' hot I should probably hit this fan

I've been runnin' up these bands, I've been runnin' up these bands

I've been runnin' up these bands, I've been runnin' up these bands

I swear I've done enough these fans

Ain't no stumblin' up these plans

Or we gunnin' up these stands, I've been runnin' up these bands