歌詞
Yeah
Bandrunna type shit
Let's go
Vamonos
Plug drop the pack, we gon get em gone
Ohh he talkin shit, we gon send him home
Take the long route on my way home
Band Runnaz shit, bitch we on
Flippin back to back, runnin up them racks
In a all black countin up them stacks
Ima country boy, fuck with nick saban
I'll save the day before I save a lady
**** wanna rob, bitches wanna slob
I'm my own boss, do you need a job
Yo **** down bad going out sad
I just ordered a bitch off of skiplagged
Runnin up them racks that's my cardio
**** tryna steal I give em inspo
No time for a bitch I be on the go
A **** ran it up off of sellin clothes
Runnin up them racks that's my cardio
**** tryna steal I give em inspo
No time for a bitch I be on the go
A **** ran it up off of sellin clothes
Ima country boy, I be on the farms
Blowing out the bow fuckin up my lungs
I'm quick to drop a bitch cause ion really need her
In high school I was sellin reefer
I take yo main hoe, make her drive the boat
Jumped in the ocean, jumped in her throat
Racks seesaw, I'm like hee haw
They say we country boys, bitch we on
Ima country boy, play with them toys
100 round drake make a lot noise
We in the strip club throwin up them ones
When I'm in the club play my song
Bottles back to back, bought my own pack
Band Runna Type Shit Respect that
If you standing on business, raise your left wrist
You'll never meet another **** like this
Runnin up them racks that's my cardio
**** tryna steal I give em inspo
No time for a bitch I be on the go
A **** ran it up off of sellin clothes
Runnin up them racks that's my cardio
**** tryna steal I give em inspo
No time for a bitch I be on the go
A **** ran it up off of sellin clothes
Written by: D'Monte Washington