Lyrics Running Man - Asian Doll , Smooky MarGielaa

Who made the beat, Charlie?
Hundred bands, running man
Keep the bands tucked
Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you
You don't wanna cancel
Bitch she all up in my ear, I tip her she a dancer (What, dolly)
Put some lean up in my Sprite, it give me the answer (What, uh, uh)
Bitch, I might be, up in my white tee (In my, uh)
Dripping pricey, bitch my diamonds icy (Bitch, bitch)
Hundred bands, running man (Uh)
Keep the bands tucked
Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you
You don't wanna cancel (Brrt)
I got no heart, he a dope boy (Uh)
Drop that dope off, in a NASCAR (Uh)
Now he stalking, bitch I cost a fee (Ayy)
And that check on me, all this money, can't talk to me
Can't talk to me
These bitches switched up quick and
I'm not accepting no apologies (Hell nah)
Hop up in that drop top, and I drop it like my prodigy (Uh, uh)
When I'm on vacation, I eat lobster on a private beach
I just signed a deal, I got a mill,
it ain't no stopping me (Ayy, brrt, brrt)
Money brings you enemies,
these niggas ain't no friend of me (Brrt, uh)
How you wanna talk 'bout Asian, bitch you can't get near to me
I'ma butterfly these bitches smaller than a centipede
All the time, test my gangster,
shoot you in some Saint Laurent (Uh, brrt)
Drop top and I'm from the block-ock
Forty make your heart stop, make you do the leg bop (Uh)
Pushed me to the edge, ah
Bitch you really scared, ah
These niggas, they feds, ah
You ain't got no bread, ah
Yeah, ha
What's killing, I got too much green
Ha, bitch my foreign speed (Foreign speed)
Ha, pop out Gucci tee
Pop out busting at your team
Ha, my wrist bling
Ha, blinding niggas, you can't see
Alexander Wang, I rock that bitch, I'm looking flee
Pull up in a Maybach, rock designer, and it stay that
Big ass boy you better chillax
Send two shots, boy you gon' feel that
I go wow, chopper kick back
Pow, pow, pow, to your kneecap
Ride 'round town, with my seat back
Have you ever seen a Draco go (Brrrrrt)
Pull up flexing in that brand new ghost (Yeah)
Yeah, hitters with me everywhere I go
Do a drive-by in a Lambo
Big racks, got big bands hoe
I can't make her finish, she start looking at my diamond rings (Yeah)
Spending money, trying to eat
How were you, if you were me
Go do it with some chains on
Boy you can't compare to me
My whips I can stand on
Come and take a picture, she
Hundred bands, running man
Keep the bands tucked (Bands, bands, brrt)
Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you
You don't wanna cancel
Bitch she all up in my ear, I tip her she a dancer (Uh, uh)
Put some lean up in my Sprite, it give me the answer
Bitch I might be, up in my white tee (In my, uh)
Dripping pricey, bitch my diamonds icy
Hundred bands, running man
Keep the bands tucked
Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you
You don't wanna cancel
Drop top and I'm from the block-ock
Forty make your heart stop, make you do the leg bop