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Runnin Low
Hip-Hop/Rap
Runnin Low wurde am 6. März 2026 von Title Genesis als Teil des Albums Runnin Low - Single veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum6. März 2026
LabelTitle Genesis
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM71

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Title Genesis
Title Genesis
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Williamson
Paul Williamson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Title Genesis
Title Genesis
Producer

Songtexte

New scene, new whip, big facts
I be going down the street
Hatch back silver jet
Now we’re flying through the trees
Think I’m going too fast
I’m just rolling with the team
Have a party in the cab
Rolling tires flipping corners
Now I see they really want us
Smoking Mary just to focus
Now I feel like I’m the coldest
Yeah,
Gas, that’s what I smoke
97 octane in the tank that’s how I go
Double damage 37 in the tree
Is what I smoke
I have traveled 30 avenues for p’s
And I go, and I go
Running low
Hot boxing up the cab
Blowing smoke up in the air
It’s a bench seat bitch
Not a chair
Yuh, yuh
Hot boxing in the cab
Blowing yuh, blowing yuh, blowing
Blowing blowing
Hot boxing up the cab
Blowing smoke up in the air
It’s a bench seat bitch that shit
Is not a chair
Yuh, yuh
We blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing
Hop in the stew, hop in the hop in the booth
hop in the hop in the booth
I spit out a tooth
Think I contracted the flew
I snorted a box of tissues
I’m drinking my food
I’m just too sick for the juice
I’m too in sync with Jews
I stack to the roof
Stacking up boxes of shoes
Im eating exciting food
Chicken Masu
Im feeling so blessed like achoo
I wanna see this shit through
I’m coming at you
Put you in a box like a shoe
I can’t be talking to you
I can’t be talking to dude
I can’t be talking to you
I can’t be talking to fools
Pico degayo my shoes
Rick O the jewels
Rick O for the box and the shoes
How could they steal from you
Straight dumped off and peeled on you
We running a drill for dude
I want them to see our view
I want them to see how I do
Smoke till my nose turns runny
I’m out here stunting
Hotel pool while it’s sunny
Having this shit feel funny
I’m getting money
I be out getting to money
I be getting the dope
That’s my smoke
Louis V stitched on the coat
Tennis shoes cleaner then soap
Can’t give ‘em no hope
Bbl on my throat
Yuh yuh yuh
Counting those g’s
Uh uh uh uh
Stacking that cheese
Count up, count it up,
counting it up cheese
Put it in the fridge so shit don’t freeze
Yuh yuh yuh
Put it in the the bank door safe
Put it on the calendar
Uh uh
Put it in gym shoes
Put it in that brinks truck
Making an album a day
Going through a pint a day
I’m gonna get my take
I’m gonna get my take
I’m gonna fuck the Jake’s
I said fuck the Jake’s
Them is all some snakes
I’m gonna park my wrath
Into the back of the space
Into the back of the space
I’m in outer space
I’m gonna park my wrath
I’m gonna park my wrath
I’m blowing out my tires
I’m blowing out my safe
I’m blowing out my
Yeah,
Gas, that’s what I smoke
97 octane in the tank that’s how I go
Double damage 37 in the tree
what I smoke
I have traveled 30 avenues for p’s
And I go, and I go
Running low
Written by: Paul Williamson
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