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Run up the bands I got some shit to address, I swear that they won’t understand We got the fiends in request, while some of your right hands preppin’ and step on the stand I’ve seen crews get pressed I gotta confess it ain’t what you see on the gram Run up the Bands never stress cos I pull through and never get caught in the jam Run up the Bands I got no time for these lames, aye G just hand me the reefer Didn't pay a cent for my clothes but trust me lad, it won’t be the same for a feature Men these days be acting like hoes, do it a certain way just cos its cheaper Pray to myself no time for a preacher, know my G’s inside doing eetswa Chasing that bread ain’t never been better, the Feds got my G ducking them sirens All I hear is they got connect but hah we know that them pussies be wildin’ Cruise on that Martin Luther with the Ruger, you know forever with the piece Running amok on the street, when I got older I had to make sure that my family eats Being told that they bang this and they spray that and them clips hold rounds too Round here we bus' back gang sent for the shots bucking out too Run up the Bands that’s been the plan from now to 2022 Never tucking chains been to hell and back and I’m only 22 Three boys in the backseat ballied up, run up and I'll Ching this cunt All that’s cause he pulled some stunts, fuck with my crew you don’t know what comes One phone call ill get that sorted send them back like they’re getting deported When they see me they get nauseous, be cautious cos it's me The grim reaper from GV, I’m that tatted young G .45 with 6 rounds rallied up run up and I'll let it blow Talk about straps, but I know that’s cap, that ain’t facts We’ve put you on show numerous time, just check the stats Letras de cancionesGrievous bodily harm, free all the boys that done cop that wack Free all the boys that are sitting in cages, you know we out here flipping them packs Shits the same Nah none of its changed Shits the same we’re still chasing racks Guaranteed’ll be no audience lad, but you will get clapped Too much talk lad quit boasting, you can run up and I’ll smoke you like ghosties No Casper, no floaties, send you in the water and you’ll drown like chocking Pull up pull up get flipped got a sawn-off get broke like Twix Your pic gets sent like (ding) no cap one call and I’ll get that thing Like shit who’s that, you do for show lad give him a clap I do for bands like Santa I’m hanging out sacks, I seen cunts get wacked no cap From Letras Mania