Run My Bands Up lyrics

[Chorus]:
All of my b*tches but you can run up a check
And all of them b*tches you got they don't do sh*t
I gotta couple of b*tches that's gone remind them
You gotta couple of b*tches that do what they can
I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe
That's gone run my bands
I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe
That's gone run my bands

[Verse 1]:
Fresh out the bando shooting shoe come fore
Slapping your b*tch she playing games
This ain't Nintendo no
Fresher than peppermint
She get the boot no timberland
If a group of f*ck n*ggas are starting an organization
Then you'd be the president shoot you like mega man
Her pus*y felt heaven sent
Murk to all of you n*ggas that nobody f*cking with me
Like I'm selling bent, make a b*tch drip, out of her clothes
Cadillac goes pockets all swole like like
When you buss a n*gga nose
I keep that chopper like its my ID
Leave a b*tch stuck like a cat in the tree
Bands are running the black of track knee
b*tch getting kicked out the door like Bruce Lee
The chopper is on me better come with an army
Woke up in pus*y this morning
I was bussing nuts before i was even yawnng
[Chorus]:
All of my b*tches but you can run up a check
And all of them b*tches you got they don't do sh*t
I gotta couple of b*tches that's gone remind them
You gotta couple of b*tches that do what they can
I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe
That's gone run my bands
I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe
That's gone run my bands

[Verse 2]:
I got some bands on me
I got some xans on me
Young n*gga been all around the world
I ain't talking geography
All the side b*tches of the side of me
All my ride or dies gone ride for me
I got a four
f*ck i be leaning like molly and bro
I'm bout to catch a body
I'm bout to pop molly
I'm bout to get me another chopper
So i dare one you pus*y n*ggas to come try me
Drumming [ ] ghost
Caspar lifty NASA
They see that a n*gga is fly so they gone come bite me like a tarantula
Try me and ima shoot
n*gga getting high with no parachute
Get your ass kicked like a pair of shoes
Put your ass on the 8 o clock news
pus*y ain't you n*gga where your push back
I'm just tryna found out where the kush at
If you snitch you get smoked like a kush sack
These b*tches addicting like good crack
[Chorus]:
All of my b*tches but you can run up a check
And all of them b*tches you got they don't do sh*t
I gotta couple of b*tches that's gone remind them
You gotta couple of b*tches that do what they can
I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe
That's gone run my bands
I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe, I gotta hoe
That's gone run my bands