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Lil Gotit – Runnin Bands Ft Lil Keed Lyrics

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Mario
Thought you know
4PF and Hood Baby
Thought you know this
I thought you know it
I thought you know this
Lets go, lets go
Keed talk to em

Hundred shots up out that fuckin Bentley Brr, brr, brr
Yall some baby boys, go suck some titties He a titty boy
I put this shit on, nigga, you not drippin You not drippin
Fore I cop that Scatpack, these feet, I was whippin I was whippin
Fore I cock the gat back,
I take me a four, get geeked some, yeah Got it back
Took my turn shoppin, put Chanel on they britches On his britches
I dont give no fuck, slime an opp, this shit come with it, yeah
In them Caddy trucks, yeah, countin up all these digits
I dont write no rhymes, no sir,
I aint been to school in a minute Nah, no sir
Sunset sherbet in the Backwood, we dont do no Phillies, yeah
Since we speakin of Philly,
Im with Uzi on the benches On them benches
And my bad ho sexy, yeah, her pussy taste like candy Lets go

I done fucked around, went to sleep off them Xans in that ho
Young nigga who got the streets, I spent bands on my folks
Me and 4PF DT runnin bands on these hoes Slimeball
Nah, I dont need no cleats, Im runnin bands on these hoes, yeah
I dont need no light, diamonds they dancin on hoes, yeah
I dont need no Sprite, Im drinkin Crush with these fours
Nah, no relationship ties,
Im just fuckin these hoes No relationship ties
In 250 with some slimes, in Lil Cali with some Locs Lets go, 4PF
Yeah, yeah yeah

Gotit talk to em, yeah, they know bout me They know, on God
Got draped in double Cs Got draped
This drake give you double Gs This drake
Put your ass right to sleep Woo
Stepped out with Gucci sleeves Gucci
My neck on zero degrees Shine
Who gave these rat niggas some cheese? Nah
They gotta be slow like leaves Talk to em
Stick got Os like championship rings
Out in LA, just copped me dank Smoke LA
Dressin like my drip, you aint got no stain Uh huh
Its crazy but its true, put it on my name Its crazy but its true
Still tryna move out the hood, I aint care What
Me and Lil Keed bought matchin rings Keed talk to em
Water by G, servin off road, yeah Water
Thats an AMG Benz, long live Mexiko
Never sleep like Xans
I be gettin money, you dont got no plans
Say you havin money, why you aint puttin on your mans?
Slime green Revenge, these one of one
Beat a nigga ass, I dont need no gun Uh
But Im still known for shootin shit up for fun
Snakes in the grass, I aint cut off lawn Lets go
I talk to him, get Alexander Wang

I done fucked around, went to sleep off them Xans in that ho
Young nigga who got the streets, I spent bands on my folks
Me and 4PF DT runnin bands on these hoes Slimeball
Nah, I dont need no cleats, Im runnin bands on these hoes, yeah
I dont need no light, diamonds they dancin on hoes, yeah
I dont need no Sprite, Im drinkin Crush with these fours
Nah, no relationship ties,
Im just fuckin these hoes No relationship ties
In 250 with some slimes, in Lil Cali with some Locs Lets go, 4PF
Yeah, yeah yeah

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