Girl Scout Cookies by Connie Diiamond Lyrics
[Intro: Connie Diiamond]
(Tylian made the beat)
Yeah
Hundred bands, bitch (Bitch)
Choppa make 'em do the running man, yeah (Running Man, yeah)
(Connie) Yeah (Ain't shit, like)
(You serious, right? Connie got 'em fucked up)
Do the running man, yeah
[Chorus: Connie Diiamond]
Hundred bands, nigga, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah (Doot, doot, doot, doot)
I ain't never bitchin' 'bout no other man, yeah (Nah)
I'm just tryna run up 'bout a hundred bands, yeah
Hundred bands, yeah, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah (Hundred bands, bitch)
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah
Hundred bands, yeah, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah
[Verse 1: Connie Diiamond]
Trap money, yeah, I'm in the field, nigga, ooh
And I got bitches runnin' drills, nigga, yeah (My bitches runnin' drills)
You ain't 'bout that action, gotta chill, nigga, yeah
Fuck around, somebody's gettin' killed, nigga, yeah
Heard you talkin' shit, my nigga, tell me how you feel
Bounty on your head, what you leavin' in your will?
Fill 'em up with lead every time them niggas squeal
Run it up a check, my nigga, time to pay the bill, yeah
[Chorus: Connie Diiamond, Billy B, Both]
Hundred bands, yeah, yeah, a hundred bands (Bitch)
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah (Choppa shootin' at your dome)
Hundred bands, bands, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah (Look)
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah (It's B, look)
[Verse 2: Billy B]
I got a hundred ways to get it, bitch, the money plan (Bitch, the money plan)
Got a trick nigga that's wit' it, call him Money Man (Ca-ching)
We done cracked so many cards, we ran a hundred scams (We ran a hundred scams)
And now we out here takin' pictures with a hundred fans (Ayy), yeah (Yeah)
Trap bitch, yeah, I'm like the trap lord (Trap lord)
I be snatchin' bitches' niggas when I'm feelin' bored (When I'm feelin' bored)
He be all up on my line, think I got feelings for him (Think I got feelings for him)
He tap me up, I send him back and then he get ignored, yeah
Trap shit, yeah, I'm in the field with it (I'm in the field, bitch)
Got a hundred in the stash, ain't got no deal pending (Ain't got no deal, bitch)
They was tryna count us out, but look, we still winning (But we winning, ho)
We representin' for the bosses and the real bitches, yeah (Tylian made the beat)
[Chorus: Connie Diiamond]
Hundred bands, bands, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah
Hundred bands, bands, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah
Hundred bands, yeah, yeah, a hundred bands (Bitch)
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah (Choppa shootin' at your dome)
Hundred bands, bands, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah
(Tylian made the beat)
Yeah
Hundred bands, bitch (Bitch)
Choppa make 'em do the running man, yeah (Running Man, yeah)
(Connie) Yeah (Ain't shit, like)
(You serious, right? Connie got 'em fucked up)
Do the running man, yeah
[Chorus: Connie Diiamond]
Hundred bands, nigga, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah (Doot, doot, doot, doot)
I ain't never bitchin' 'bout no other man, yeah (Nah)
I'm just tryna run up 'bout a hundred bands, yeah
Hundred bands, yeah, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah (Hundred bands, bitch)
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah
Hundred bands, yeah, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah
[Verse 1: Connie Diiamond]
Trap money, yeah, I'm in the field, nigga, ooh
And I got bitches runnin' drills, nigga, yeah (My bitches runnin' drills)
You ain't 'bout that action, gotta chill, nigga, yeah
Fuck around, somebody's gettin' killed, nigga, yeah
Heard you talkin' shit, my nigga, tell me how you feel
Bounty on your head, what you leavin' in your will?
Fill 'em up with lead every time them niggas squeal
Run it up a check, my nigga, time to pay the bill, yeah
[Chorus: Connie Diiamond, Billy B, Both]
Hundred bands, yeah, yeah, a hundred bands (Bitch)
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah (Choppa shootin' at your dome)
Hundred bands, bands, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah (Look)
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah (It's B, look)
[Verse 2: Billy B]
I got a hundred ways to get it, bitch, the money plan (Bitch, the money plan)
Got a trick nigga that's wit' it, call him Money Man (Ca-ching)
We done cracked so many cards, we ran a hundred scams (We ran a hundred scams)
And now we out here takin' pictures with a hundred fans (Ayy), yeah (Yeah)
Trap bitch, yeah, I'm like the trap lord (Trap lord)
I be snatchin' bitches' niggas when I'm feelin' bored (When I'm feelin' bored)
He be all up on my line, think I got feelings for him (Think I got feelings for him)
He tap me up, I send him back and then he get ignored, yeah
Trap shit, yeah, I'm in the field with it (I'm in the field, bitch)
Got a hundred in the stash, ain't got no deal pending (Ain't got no deal, bitch)
They was tryna count us out, but look, we still winning (But we winning, ho)
We representin' for the bosses and the real bitches, yeah (Tylian made the beat)
[Chorus: Connie Diiamond]
Hundred bands, bands, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah
Hundred bands, bands, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah
Hundred bands, yeah, yeah, a hundred bands (Bitch)
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah (Choppa shootin' at your dome)
Hundred bands, bands, yeah, a hundred bands, yeah
Choppa shootin' at your feet, you do the Running Man, yeah