Running Man (feat. Smooky MarGielaa)

Who made the beat, Charlie?

Hundred bands, running man

Keep the bands tucked

Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you

You don't wanna cancel

Bitch she all up in my ear, I tip her she a dancer (What, dolly)

Put some lean up in my Sprite, it give me the answer (What, uh, uh)

Bitch, I might be, up in my white tee (In my, uh)

Dripping pricey, bitch my diamonds icy (bitch, bitch)

Hundred bands, running man

Keep the bands tucked

Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you

You don't wanna cancel (Brrt)

I got no heart, he a dope boy

Drop that dope off, in a NASCAR

Now he stalking, bitch I cost a fee

And that check on me, all this money, can't talk to me

Can't talk to me

These bitches switched up quick and I'm not accepting no apologies (hell nah)

Hop up in that drop top, and I drop it like my prodigy

When I'm on vacation, I eat lobster on a private beach

I just signed a deal, I got mill, it ain't no stopping me

Money brings you enemies, these niggas ain't no friend of me

How you wanna talk 'bout Asian, bitch you can't get near to me

I'ma butterfly these bitches smaller than a centipede

All the time, test my gangster, shoot you in some Saint Laurent

Drop top and I'm from the block-ock

Forty make your heart stop, make you do the leg bop

Pushed me to the edge, ah

Bitch you really scared, ah

These niggas, they feds, ah

You ain't got no bread, ah

Yeah, ha

What's killing, I got too much green

Ha, bitch my foreign speed (foreign speed)

Ha, pop out Gucci tee

Pop out busting at your team

Ha, my wrist bling

Ha, blinding niggas, you can't see

Alexander Wang, I rock that bitch, I'm looking flee

Pull up in a Maybach, rock designer, and it stay that

Big ass boy you better chillax

Send two shots, boy you gon' feel that

I go wow, chopper kick back

Pow, pow, pow, to your kneecap

Ride 'round town, with my seat back

Have you ever seen a Draco go

Pull up flexing in that brand new ghost

Yeah, hitters with me everywhere I go

Do a drive-by in a Lambo

Big racks, got big bands hoe

I can't make her finish, she start looking at my diamond rings

Spending money, trying to eat

How were you, if you were me

Go do it with some chains on

Boy you can't compare to me

My whips I can stand on

Come and take a picture, she

Hundred bands, running man

Keep the bands tucked (bands, bands, brrt)

Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you

You don't wanna cancel

Bitch she all up in my ear, I tip her she a dancer

Put some lean up in my Sprite, it give me the answer

Bitch I might be, up in my white tee (In my, uh)

Dripping pricey, bitch my diamonds icy

Hundred bands, running man

Keep the bands tucked

Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you

You don't wanna cancel

Drop top and I'm from the block-ock

Forty make your heart stop, make you do the leg bop