Young Scooter, Big Bank Black - Run Ya Bands Up lyrics

I live a dope boy life
When you're hustling some days
You can't get right
Run your bands up, run your bands up
Run your bands up, run your bands up
Run your bands up, run your bands up
Run your bands up, run your bands up

I'm a bad chemist, I work bands up
You a dope boy, hold your hands up
You never saw a break, get your grounds up
You're a bad bitch, run your bands up
Baking soda, I got rich up on the hammer
I'm the king of the streets, I got it handled
Counting, counting checks, get your camera
All I do is flix, they can't stand it
Street certified, I don't rap lies
But I rap piles, I'm jugging over grind
Cross scooter and white
Chocolate talking homicide
The life I live got my
Family thinking I'm a die

I live a dope boy life
When you're hustling some days
You can't get right
Run your bands up, run your bands up
Run your bands up, run your bands up
Run your bands up, run your bands up
Run your bands up, run your bands up

You rapper don't respect me, do
You like my nigga, gucci?
A rapper don't respect me
Than we gonna get to shoot
You niggas hating on me cause
They can't fuck with Gucci
But jugg over quarter million
Last week with Gucci i run my bands up and I
Don't run my friends up
About to change my rap game and
Leave my niggas plugged up
Cause we're running days with us
Ain't nobody go fuck with us
All my partner loyal to me, nigga
In B and G we trust
Long as we're still breathing we
Gonna keeping getting the trunk
They put bands on my head but
Ain't nobody never trying the luck
No messing with co-cities on six
You know we're plugged up
I see some haters in this house
I tell them run their bands up

I live a dope boy life
When you're hustling some days
You can't get right
Run your bands up, run your bands up
Run your bands up, run your bands up
Run your bands up, run your bands up
Run your bands up, run your bands up

OG, got bands from the old days
I remember I had dreams of a full way
Jugg it good, me and Ike on the four way
Everybody in the mob about that gunplay
Saw a nigga last week, he lost his whole face
Thirty murders in one year
They took the hood away
They're setting ducktape again
They try to build a case
I'm trying to serve these fucking
Packs above the pillowcase
Ain't got a come up for a nigga
Pull up to the truck
Big Bank can't get caught up on a wild thing
If you're a real street
Nigga you understand that
Big Bank can't get caught up on a wild time

I live a dope boy life
When you're hustling some days
You can't get right
Run your bands up, run your bands up
Run your bands up, run your bands up
Run your bands up, run your bands up
Run your bands up, run your bands up