409 Lyrics

I'm running my bands up

They wouldn't understand us

Too much ice on my wrist

I can't hold my hand up

Look at all my fans now

Driving drifting fast now

In the stu for so long catch me I be passed out

I'm running my bands up

They wouldn't understand us

Too much ice on my wrist

I can't hold my hand up

Look at all my fans now

Driving drifting fast now

In the stu for so long catch me I be passed out

My girl is bad and she glowing

Come catch these hands I be throwing

My gang in the boat and I'm rowing

Look up, that's where I'm going

Look down, that's my opponents

You know I just live in the moments

You can try to read into me

I ain't got no bad components

I'm in the field with the gang and we fucking shit up, Jamaica Estates

Shawty hit my line, my phone buzz all the time, they be looking for dates

409 gang posted up at Hooters, we got a lot on our plates

Finish up, sign the check, call the Lyft, and I ain't talking bout weights

We in the back of the truck and we fucking shit up, every fucking night

F150 Raptor going crazy, I feel like Suge Knight

All these bitches on campus tryna get with me, they all want a bite

Opps tryna get in my head, talk shit, but they don't wanna fight

I'm just all alone quarantine got me writing, 'til imma die

I'm still dripped out, designer shit flexing, I'm still looking fly

God damn I miss my girl, I miss the boys, I miss Sigma Pi

Some of y'all wanna hear me drop songs, but to my face you lie

I'm running my bands up

They wouldn't understand us

Too much ice on my wrist

I can't hold my hand up

Look at all my fans now

Driving drifting fast now

In the stu for so long catch me I be passed out

I'm running my bands up

They wouldn't understand us

Too much ice on my wrist

I can't hold my hand up

Look at all my fans now

Driving drifting fast now

In the stu for so long catch me I be passed out

Yeah I'm passed out devRAB in the booth now

Knock ya manz out he just lost a tooth now

Y'all ain't living like Milly, you moving too loud

Mega blessed me with this beat I got my head bowed

We on the come up, shoutout to The Sad 0ne

Boutta run up, my bitch is a bad one

I don't do this shit for fame, I find it mad fun

I be flowing so damn hard got y'all like damn son

Rest in peace Smoke, I be rocking Dior

409 flexing, we ready for war

I just wanna be Dave and have my GaTa on tour

Watch I'll drop this on the Cloud and everyone will snore

I'm running my bands up

They wouldn't understand us

Too much ice on my wrist

I can't hold my hand up

Look at all my fans now

Driving drifting fast now

In the stu for so long catch me I be passed out

I'm running my bands up

They wouldn't understand us

Too much ice on my wrist

I can't hold my hand up

Look at all my fans now

Driving drifting fast now

In the stu for so long catch me I be passed out