Artist: Young Scooter f/ Big Bank Black Album: Street Lottery (Mixtape) Song: Run Ya Bands Up Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] I live a dope boy life When you're hustling some days you can't get right I live a dope boy life When you're hustling some days you can't get right Run your bands up, run your bands up Run your bands up, run your bands up Run your bands up, run your bands up Run your bands up, run your bands up [Verse 1] I'm a bad chemist, I work bands up You a dope boy, hold your hands up You never saw a break, get your grounds up You're a bad bitch, run your bands up Baking soda, I got rich up on the hammer I'm the king of the streets, I got it handled Counting, counting checks, get your camera All I do is flix, they can't stand it Street certified, I don't rap lies But I rap piles, I'm jugging over grind Cross scooter and white chocolate talking homicide The life I live got my family thinking I'm a die [Chorus] I live a dope boy life When you're hustling some days you can't get right I live a dope boy life When you're hustling some days you can't get right Run your bands up, run your bands up Run your bands up, run your bands up Run your bands up, run your bands up Run your bands up, run your bands up [Verse 2] You rapper don't respect me, do you like my nigga, Gucci? A rapper don't respect me, than we gonna get to shoot You niggas hating on me cause they can't fuck with Gucci But jugg over quarter million last week with Gucci I run my bands up and I don't run my friends up About to change my rap game and leave my niggas plugged up Cause we're running days with us, ain't nobody go fuck with us All my partner loyal to me, nigga, in B and G we trust Long as we're still breathing we gonna keeping getting the trunk They put bands on my head but ain't nobody never trying the luck No messing with co-cities on six, you know we're plugged up I see some haters in this house, I tell them run their bands up [Chorus] I live a dope boy life When you're hustling some days you can't get right I live a dope boy life When you're hustling some days you can't get right Run your bands up, run your bands up Run your bands up, run your bands up Run your bands up, run your bands up Run your bands up, run your bands up [Verse 3] OG, got bands from the old days I remember I had dreams of a full way Jugg it good, me and Ike on the four way Everybody in the mob about that gunplay Saw a nigga last week, he lost his whole face Thirty murders in one year, they took the hood away They're setting ducktape again, they try to build a case I'm trying to serve these fucking packs above the pillowcase Ain't got a come up for a nigga, pull up to the truck Big Bank can't get caught up on a wild thing If you're a real street nigga you understand that Big Bank can't get caught up on a wild time [Chorus] I live a dope boy life When you're hustling some days you can't get right I live a dope boy life When you're hustling some days you can't get right Run your bands up, run your bands up Run your bands up, run your bands up Run your bands up, run your bands up Run your bands up, run your bands up