Chico Linx - Runnin' Bands Lyrics

This here crack when you listen
My words influence your vision
Be whippin' like Willie Lynchin'
Upgraded paths penny pitching
All it took was repetition
Completed a lot of missions
Eating good, delicious
Muddy when cleaning dishes
Perfect my craft like a Letterman
Highly doubt you'll find better than
Throwing elbow slabs
Fiends take a knee, no Kaep
Serving poison, moving sacks
Earned 30Gs in dirty Cap
I like to hustle, and I'm pretty
You call me Rock A$AP
Ain't listen to a thing you said
You talking backwards
All these actors sicken me
I be throwing up after
Living my life in disaster
Risking my soul by the day
Baked a cake
Flew to countries out the states
Still got paid
Weighed the base for way too long
It felt like running place
Was keeping a pace
Could whiten up your teeth with the paste
Dump me off in a lake, I'm dripping
Hoe with a cape, look soft in the face
Come get me, we can have us a date
Fell in love with this thick bitch
And now I'll pay with pain
Chief Keef, I earned it
I ain't human, I surfaced
If you wanna ride on my wave
All you need is to surf dick
Came from out the mud
A chico ain't perfect

Spit holes to crockpot
Os got the pot hot
Fold to nan
I am not your buddy
No, I am not your mans
We just running bands
And this a helping hand
5 Fingered, gold diggers
In a minivan

I'm hollin' Alex
Please don't shoot it
Cocaina on a keychain
Got my neighbor toot and booten
Sleep walking and zombie lookin'
I seen't him, it had me shooken
Independent since a youngin
At the age 5 cooking shit
Chicken noodle soup sippin'
Watching Looney Tunes
Scooby Doo, on the television
Switch it from the news
Ain't with politics or snitches
Keeping business on the loose
Learned my lessons early on
Took like a sec to get the juice
Had it drippin' out the bottle
With a stack laid in my joggers
In the trunk I hit throttle
Hit for numbers like the lotto
Bout my green like avocado
Sippin' spiced and smoke gelato (Uh)
Spidey senses tingle
So I drove I-75
Miami on a Friday
And we left that bitch domingo
First time, I popped a molly
Tryna hit a bitch like bingo
Middle fingers to my haters
Catch me, Ocho Cinco
No duo's I stay single
Hoes get mad and call me chico
Break her loose I got the cheat codes
Bumpin' Kevin Gates, Starlito (UH)
Bitch I'm so conceited (UH)
Birthed within the mudd
I'm going up, let's check meter
Catching plays like Derek Jeter (UH)
Born in Cuba, raised in Tampa
100 M's won't be enough

Spit holes to crockpot
Os got the pot hot
Fold to nan
I am not your buddy
No, I am not your mans
We just running bands
And this a helping hand
5 Fingered, gold diggers
In a minivan

So what it is, or what it isn't
Makes no cents if it ain't business
Ain't my brother, aww well
Let's not pretend then

You need to know my demons, accepted them
Conceive my pain, and perspective. Without me saying a word
You know what I'm guessing
Shoutout to my Haitians
Spit that Voodoo
I just broke up with my Ex
I want some Juju
Talk my shit on every verse
I got a loose tooth
Watch me flip it with no hands
Call it Bluetooth
Anger, yeah I got so much anger
Turnt my back around
And most my friends turnt strangers
Ones who didn't, turnt my brothers
I checked every angle
I hunch a bitch
Grab on her tits, and use a belt to strangle
Chocolate women be my weakness
Might just light a candle
She on my ass, I like that shit
Cuz shit, I'm hard to handle
I think I'm right about everything
Like bitch, I wrote the manuel
I live my life however
I know my life's a scandal
That's why I used to serve it
At least a quarter handful
Moved up to quarterpounders
To 10K invested product
I ain't proud to say it
I used to push narcotic
Ain't religious when I perish
Hope my soul, is pardoned

Spit holes to crockpot
Os got the pot hot
Fold to nan
I am not your buddy
No, I am not your mans
We just running bands
And this a helping hand
5 Fingered, gold diggers
In a minivan