409

I'm running my bands up
They wouldn't understand us
Too much ice on my wrist
I can't hold my hand up
Look at all my fans now
Driving drifting fast now
In the stu for so long catch me I be passed out
I'm running my bands up
They wouldn't understand us
Too much ice on my wrist
I can't hold my hand up
Look at all my fans now
Driving drifting fast now
In the stu for so long catch me I be passed out

My girl is bad and she glowing
Come catch these hands I be throwing
My gang in the boat and I'm rowing
Look up, that's where I'm going
Look down, that's my opponents
You know I just live in the moments
You can try to read into me
I ain't got no bad components
I'm in the field with the gang and we fucking shit up, Jamaica Estates
Shawty hit my line, my phone buzz all the time, they be looking for dates
409 gang posted up at Hooters, we got a lot on our plates
Finish up, sign the check, call the Lyft, and I ain't talking bout weights
We in the back of the truck and we fucking shit up, every fucking night
F150 Raptor going crazy, I feel like Suge Knight
All these bitches on campus tryna get with me, they all want a bite
Opps tryna get in my head, talk shit, but they don't wanna fight
I'm just all alone quarantine got me writing, 'til imma die
I'm still dripped out, designer shit flexing, I'm still looking fly
God damn I miss my girl, I miss the boys, I miss Sigma Pi
Some of y'all wanna hear me drop songs, but to my face you lie

I'm running my bands up
They wouldn't understand us
Too much ice on my wrist
I can't hold my hand up
Look at all my fans now
Driving drifting fast now
In the stu for so long catch me I be passed out
I'm running my bands up
They wouldn't understand us
Too much ice on my wrist
I can't hold my hand up
Look at all my fans now
Driving drifting fast now
In the stu for so long catch me I be passed out

Yeah I'm passed out devRAB in the booth now
Knock ya manz out he just lost a tooth now
Y'all ain't living like Milly, you moving too loud
Mega blessed me with this beat I got my head bowed
We on the come up, shoutout to The Sad 0ne
Boutta run up, my bitch is a bad one
I don't do this shit for fame, I find it mad fun
I be flowing so damn hard got y'all like damn son
Rest in peace Smoke, I be rocking Dior
409 flexing, we ready for war
I just wanna be Dave and have my GaTa on tour
Watch I'll drop this on the Cloud and everyone will snore

I'm running my bands up
They wouldn't understand us
Too much ice on my wrist
I can't hold my hand up
Look at all my fans now
Driving drifting fast now
In the stu for so long catch me I be passed out
I'm running my bands up
They wouldn't understand us
Too much ice on my wrist
I can't hold my hand up
Look at all my fans now
Driving drifting fast now
In the stu for so long catch me I be passed out



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Writer(s): Dean Condoleo
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