YD and Sinatra
Run up them bands and bring it to me
I traffic that shit in the street
I jimmy choo double my C
I had roaches in shit that I eat
We ain't slime we finesse for a fee
Blue and yellow that boy looking green
Drop the top on that dope like fiend
Drop the top on that dope like fiend
Run up them bands and bring em to me
I traffic that shit in the street
I jimmy choo double my C
I had roaches in shit that I eat
We ain't slime we finesse for a fee
Blue and yellow that boy looking green
Drop the top on this dope like fiend
Drop the top on this dope like fiend
I got them bags and I'm charging a fee
If I slip then I fall on my feet
He pussy I smell and I see
He bussing his guns don't be believe it
My brother be throwing them packs
Lil Julio bitch I receive it
You talking about tracks then we on it
We stuffing them packs in a speaker
That pussy shit I don't condone it
Lil kilos gone come and he bleed em
Like a small fry we gonna eat em
Them hoes that you loving we f*cking and promise that we never need em
And nigga got everything straight
These niggas be talking about beef
Nigga that's a piece of cake
Run up them bands and bring it to me
I traffic that shit in the street
I jimmy choo double my C
I had roaches in shit that I eat
We ain't slime we finesse for a fee
Blue and yellow that boy looking green
Drop the top on that dope like fiend
Drop the top on that dope like fiend
Run up them bands and bring it to me
I traffic that shit in the street
I jimmy choo double my C
I had roaches in shit that I eat
We ain't slime we finesse for a fee
Blue and yellow that boy looking green
Drop the top on this dope like fiend
Drop the top on this dope like fiend
Hot nigga this that season
Baby , I need Jesus
Little ass nigga a fetus
Baby, he can't be me
Carlos just dropped 50
Baby , he can't see me
I dropped the top on the dope
You get it in then you go
This is a 22-4
If you didn't know now you know
Run up them bands and bring em to me
I traffic that shit in the street
Run up them bands and bring em to me
I traffic that shit in the street
Run up them bands and bring em to me
I traffic that shit in the street
Run up them bands and bring em to me
I traffic that shit in the street
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Kilos Sinatra - Huncho (feat. YD) Lyrics
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YD and Sinatra
Run up them bands and bring it to me
I traffic that shit in the street
I jimmy choo double my C
I had roaches in shit that I eat
We ain't slime we finesse for a fee
Blue and yellow that boy looking green
Drop the top on that dope like fiend
Drop the top on that dope like fiend
Run up them bands and bring em to me
I traffic that shit in the street
I jimmy choo double my C
I had roaches in shit that I eat
We ain't slime we finesse for a fee
Blue and yellow that boy looking green
Drop the top on this dope like fiend
Drop the top on this dope like fiend
I got them bags and I'm charging a fee
If I slip then I fall on my feet
He pussy I smell and I see
He bussing his guns don't be believe it
My brother be throwing them packs
Lil Julio bitch I receive it
You talking about tracks then we on it
We stuffing them packs in a speaker
That pussy shit I don't condone it
Lil kilos gone come and he bleed em
Like a small fry we gonna eat em
Them hoes that you loving we f*cking and promise that we never need em
And nigga got everything straight
These niggas be talking about beef
Nigga that's a piece of cake
Run up them bands and bring it to me
I traffic that shit in the street
I jimmy choo double my C
I had roaches in shit that I eat
We ain't slime we finesse for a fee
Blue and yellow that boy looking green
Drop the top on that dope like fiend
Drop the top on that dope like fiend
Run up them bands and bring it to me
I traffic that shit in the street
I jimmy choo double my C
I had roaches in shit that I eat
We ain't slime we finesse for a fee
Blue and yellow that boy looking green
Drop the top on this dope like fiend
Drop the top on this dope like fiend
Hot nigga this that season
Baby , I need Jesus
Little ass nigga a fetus
Baby, he can't be me
Carlos just dropped 50
Baby , he can't see me
I dropped the top on the dope
You get it in then you go
This is a 22-4
If you didn't know now you know
Run up them bands and bring em to me
I traffic that shit in the street
Run up them bands and bring em to me
I traffic that shit in the street
Run up them bands and bring em to me
I traffic that shit in the street
Run up them bands and bring em to me
I traffic that shit in the street
Run up them bands and bring it to me
I traffic that shit in the street
I jimmy choo double my C
I had roaches in shit that I eat
We ain't slime we finesse for a fee
Blue and yellow that boy looking green
Drop the top on that dope like fiend
Drop the top on that dope like fiend
Run up them bands and bring em to me
I traffic that shit in the street
I jimmy choo double my C
I had roaches in shit that I eat
We ain't slime we finesse for a fee
Blue and yellow that boy looking green
Drop the top on this dope like fiend
Drop the top on this dope like fiend
I got them bags and I'm charging a fee
If I slip then I fall on my feet
He pussy I smell and I see
He bussing his guns don't be believe it
My brother be throwing them packs
Lil Julio bitch I receive it
You talking about tracks then we on it
We stuffing them packs in a speaker
That pussy shit I don't condone it
Lil kilos gone come and he bleed em
Like a small fry we gonna eat em
Them hoes that you loving we f*cking and promise that we never need em
And nigga got everything straight
These niggas be talking about beef
Nigga that's a piece of cake
Run up them bands and bring it to me
I traffic that shit in the street
I jimmy choo double my C
I had roaches in shit that I eat
We ain't slime we finesse for a fee
Blue and yellow that boy looking green
Drop the top on that dope like fiend
Drop the top on that dope like fiend
Run up them bands and bring it to me
I traffic that shit in the street
I jimmy choo double my C
I had roaches in shit that I eat
We ain't slime we finesse for a fee
Blue and yellow that boy looking green
Drop the top on this dope like fiend
Drop the top on this dope like fiend
Hot nigga this that season
Baby , I need Jesus
Little ass nigga a fetus
Baby, he can't be me
Carlos just dropped 50
Baby , he can't see me
I dropped the top on the dope
You get it in then you go
This is a 22-4
If you didn't know now you know
Run up them bands and bring em to me
I traffic that shit in the street
Run up them bands and bring em to me
I traffic that shit in the street
Run up them bands and bring em to me
I traffic that shit in the street
Run up them bands and bring em to me
I traffic that shit in the street
Writer: Kyle Lewis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid