Asian Doll, Smooky MarGielaa - Running Man lyrics

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, uh 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 stalkin' me, bitch I cost a fee (Ayy)
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 acceptin' no apologies (Hell nah)
Hop up in that drop top
And I drop it like my prodigy (Uh, uh)
When I'm on vacation
I eat lobster on a private beach
I just signed a deal, I got mil'
It ain't no stopping me (Ayy, brrt, brrt)
Money brings you enemies
These niggas ain't no friend of me
(Brrt, uh)
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 (Uh, brrt)
Drop top and I'm from the block-ock
40 make your heart stop
Make you do the leg bop (Uh)
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 bustin' at your team
Ha, my wrist bling
Ha, blindin' niggas, you can't see
Alexander Wang, I rock that bitch
I'm lookin' 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 (brrrt)?
Pull up flexin' in that brand new Ghost
(yeah) yeah, hitters with me everywhere I go
Do a drive-by in a Lambo
Yeah, big racks, got big bands, ho
I can't make her finish
She start lookin' at my diamond rings (yeah)
Spendin' 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 (Uh, uh)
Put some lean up in my Sprite
It give me the answer
Bitch I might be, uh in my white tee
(In my, uh)
Drippin' pricey, bitch my diamonds icy
Hundred bands, runnin' man
Keep them bands tucked
Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you
You don't wanna cancel

Drop top and I'm from the block-ock
40 make your heart stop
Make you do the leg bop skrrt, let's g–