Run up the bands, I'm the runnin' man
I don't got no friends, I got dead presidents
Brrrrrrrr, I keep a drum like a marching band
I know some niggas spin blocks like a ceiling fan
Nigga been rapping for 20 plus years,
Ain't even sign no deal yet
Bankroll, I gotta get me my bankroll
Run up, you gone get wings and a halo
You gotta dead nigga, you ain't get back yet
I was just robbin' at night no Batman
I was in school with a gun in my book bag
Nigga keep muggin', I give em' something to look at
Yah, trap out a bando, trap out a rental, yah
Nigga be pressed boutta hoe,
Nigga ain't you in the friend zone
Prrrrr, prrrrr What you know about a bird
What you know about being excited for trapping, on the first
Ha, they call me Lurtn or Lu, I think it's short for Lucifer
Ha, pistol whip him in the face, he bruised no he a f*cking merle
Nigga, stop goin' to jail
All y'all boys finna f*ck your girl
You got a nappy head, Beretta will give you a jerry curl
Bitch, I'm an American psycho
I want to see niggas die slow
I'm a big dog, boy, you a micro
Way, I be ballin' on niggas, Michael
Keep on sippin' that green, huh
You gon' turn into Geico
I be f*ckin' these hoes
Then pass to the bro's, call it recycle
LURTN - LURTN OR LU Lyrics
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Run up the bands, I'm the runnin' man
I don't got no friends, I got dead presidents
Brrrrrrrr, I keep a drum like a marching band
I know some niggas spin blocks like a ceiling fan
Nigga been rapping for 20 plus years,
Ain't even sign no deal yet
Bankroll, I gotta get me my bankroll
Run up, you gone get wings and a halo
You gotta dead nigga, you ain't get back yet
I was just robbin' at night no Batman
I was in school with a gun in my book bag
Nigga keep muggin', I give em' something to look at
Yah, trap out a bando, trap out a rental, yah
Nigga be pressed boutta hoe,
Nigga ain't you in the friend zone
Prrrrr, prrrrr What you know about a bird
What you know about being excited for trapping, on the first
Ha, they call me Lurtn or Lu, I think it's short for Lucifer
Ha, pistol whip him in the face, he bruised no he a f*cking merle
Nigga, stop goin' to jail
All y'all boys finna f*ck your girl
You got a nappy head, Beretta will give you a jerry curl
Bitch, I'm an American psycho
I want to see niggas die slow
I'm a big dog, boy, you a micro
Way, I be ballin' on niggas, Michael
Keep on sippin' that green, huh
You gon' turn into Geico
I be f*ckin' these hoes
Then pass to the bro's, call it recycle
I don't got no friends, I got dead presidents
Brrrrrrrr, I keep a drum like a marching band
I know some niggas spin blocks like a ceiling fan
Nigga been rapping for 20 plus years,
Ain't even sign no deal yet
Bankroll, I gotta get me my bankroll
Run up, you gone get wings and a halo
You gotta dead nigga, you ain't get back yet
I was just robbin' at night no Batman
I was in school with a gun in my book bag
Nigga keep muggin', I give em' something to look at
Yah, trap out a bando, trap out a rental, yah
Nigga be pressed boutta hoe,
Nigga ain't you in the friend zone
Prrrrr, prrrrr What you know about a bird
What you know about being excited for trapping, on the first
Ha, they call me Lurtn or Lu, I think it's short for Lucifer
Ha, pistol whip him in the face, he bruised no he a f*cking merle
Nigga, stop goin' to jail
All y'all boys finna f*ck your girl
You got a nappy head, Beretta will give you a jerry curl
Bitch, I'm an American psycho
I want to see niggas die slow
I'm a big dog, boy, you a micro
Way, I be ballin' on niggas, Michael
Keep on sippin' that green, huh
You gon' turn into Geico
I be f*ckin' these hoes
Then pass to the bro's, call it recycle
Writer: Luis cabrera
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