[Intro]
Trapnese they ain’t speakin’ that
Real Burgh shit
[Chorus: Hardo]
I got big racks with me, yah (Them big racks nigga)
I got big straps with me, yah (He strapped up huh)
I got trap Bentley with me, yah (Trap trap)
I got Lane Gang with me, yah (Sneaky gang nigga)
I done ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Whip it like a Panamera (Skrt)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Gotta ranna-ranna-ran them bands up
[Verse 1: Hardo]
Bitch I had to get my grams up, gettin’ money's automatic (automatic)
Fuckin’ bitches automatic (automatic), keep a chopper automatic
Know these coppas’ can’t stand us, wanna read me my Mirandas (Trap)
Pocket like we out in Kansas, pour the codeine in the Fantas
You see lil baby girl she fuckin’ with us, want a trap nigga right now
Sorry baby girl ain’t fuckin’ with you, ain't no rap niggas right now
We ain’t worried about them other niggas, we check some right now
I got hitters, nigga I'ma hitter, we wreck some right now (we gon’ hit some we got, nigga)
Where I’m from that shit get real nigga, better keep you a conceal nigga
Better at least bring that seal nigga, then we found out if you real nigga
Where I’m from we get you peeled nigga, trappin’ Diesley what’s the deal nigga (what up bro)
15 if he take the deal nigga (Bricks “R” Us nigga), they gave my cudi all these wheels nigga
[Chorus: Hardo]
I got big racks with me, yah (Them big racks nigga)
I got big straps with me, yah (He strapped up huh)
I got trap Bentley with me, yah (Trap trap)
I got lane gang with me, yah (Sneaky gang nigga)
I done ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Whip it like a Panamera (Skrt)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Gotta ranna-ranna-ran them bands up
[Verse 2: Jimmy Wopo]
I be fuckin’ up the salary (Huh)
Burn a nigga like some calories (Huh)
Real nigga mentality (What)
Real niggas who surrounding me (Yah)
Front street, no privacy (What)
I'ma menace to society (Ayy)
Ion need them, they can ride with me (No)
Pull up shootin’ out the driver seat (Buh’ buh’ buh’)
Pussy nigga can’t hide from me (No)
Pussy nigga playin’ hide and seek (Pussy)
Chopper shootin’ through the concrete (Brrr)
Dirty money in the laundry (Dirty)
Runna-runna-runnem stacks up (Run it up)
Told lil’ nigga load my stash up (Run them up)
Three different drugs in my double cup (Ayy)
I was comin’ up, gettin’ double up (Ayy)
Shoes scuff, I was duckin’ cuffs (Fuck)
Tote poles, I was catchin’ cuz (Huh)
I was fucked up, I was catchin’ up (Fuck)
Its my turn they ain’t catchin’ us (No)
Trapnese we got Sticks “R” Us (Trapnese)
Free the trap, we got Bricks “R” Us (Trap)
Left the trap, I got M’s to touch (Trap)
I never fold when I’m in the clutch (No)
[Chorus: Hardo]
I got big racks with me, yah (Them big racks nigga)
I got big straps with me, yah (He strapped up huh)
I got trap Bentley with me, yah (Trap trap)
I got Lane Gang with me, yah (Sneaky gang nigga)
I done ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Whip it like a Panamera (Skrt)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Gotta ranna-ranna-ran them bands up
[Verse 3: Chevy Woods]
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Baby I just bought an eight, you know I have to hit the store and get a double cup
You know Wopo keep the 30 on him, Hardo got the case so ain’t no runnin’ up
Make it rain like we in the strip club, yah boy, you know we in to that
All of this from hundred dollars, yah now I’m tryna bring a milli’ back
All my diamonds look like water water, yah I guess that’s why your baby daddy mad
She ain’t talk about no helicopters when your bitch say I got a hella pad
Keep it G with me and I'ma do the same, I done made a lotta money off the caine
Ray Allen shooter with me, he got game, get the picture, don’t get put up in the frame
I just run it up, run it up, run it up
Get a check, hit up Saks and I fuck it up
You a pussy, you lame, you not one of us (You know you not one of us)
Gettin’ rich now these bitches in love with us
[Outro: Hardo]
I got big racks with me, yah (Them big racks nigga)
I got big straps with me, yah (He strapped up huh)
I got trap Bentley with me, yah (Trap trap)
I got Lane Gang with me, yah (Sneaky gang nigga)
I done ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Whip it like a Panamera (Skrt)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Ranna-ranna-ran them bands up (Run it up)
Gotta ranna-ranna-ran them bands up
