album cover
Run
856
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Run został wydany 20 lutego 2026 przez Freebandz Ent. jako część albumu Laying Da Walkdown
album cover
Data wydania20 lutego 2026
WytwórniaFreebandz Ent.
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM74

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Double 0
Lil Double 0
Vocals
djbangoutbeatz
djbangoutbeatz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aleem Maurice Laquan Smith-Hood
Aleem Maurice Laquan Smith-Hood
Composer
Tyreke Rogers
Tyreke Rogers
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Axel Capo
Axel Capo
Assistant Engineer
Liam Eagan
Liam Eagan
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer
djbangoutbeatz
djbangoutbeatz
Producer

Tekst Utworu

[Intro]
Run, bitch, run
(Ayy, Bangout)
Mm, yeah
[Chorus]
Run, bitch, run, Booby Trap, get all the ones
In the club, I feel like I'm James Bond, snuck in with four guns
Pussy ****, say you havin' motion, then come get up with us
Before a **** play with me, I'll snap just like a yearbook picture
Lay in the yard so long, he ain't my twin, that poison ivy bit him
Snaked him out, the slimy victim, wipe his nose, we got a victim
Ayy, fuck a different bitch, then fly her out, pick her friend, then try 'em out
Came a long way from the rough days, havin' shootouts in front of my grandma house
[Verse 1]
Binary trigger on the ARP, I'ma tuck this bitch in front a crowd
He six-feet deep, call him Zay Tree, we smoke on opps, long live JB
I sleep in Balenciaga so many times, fuck around, ain't know it's me
I fucked this bitch, I ain't wanna pop out with her, by jewelry, ain't know it's me (Uh)
Diamond chain, this bitch here a golden piece
So many chops, like Draco in the reach, been a real soldier like I was Pete
Free all the bros stuck up the road, talkin' in code 'til they released
He a pump-fake, can't get no money with me, I don't wanna speak, yeah
Suburban hoes take G6, jump on the wave, get seasick
I'm in with sharks, the deep end, gotta keep a smacker, he tweakin'
Just me, X and Boss on the defense, he could play with Carbon, make a remix
Can't give love to a thot ho, 'fore I show my hand, I'd rather keep it
[Chorus]
Run, bitch, run, Booby Trap, get all the ones
In the club, I feel like I'm James Bond, snuck in with four guns
Pussy ****, say you havin' motion, then come get up with us
Before a **** play with me, I'll snap just like a yearbook picture
Lay in the yard so long, he ain't my twin, that poison ivy bit him
Snaked him out, the slimy victim, wipe his nose, we got a victim
Ayy, fuck a different bitch, then fly her out, pick her friend, then try 'em out
Came a long way from the rough days, havin' shootouts in front of my grandma house
Written by: Aleem Maurice Laquan Smith-Hood, Tyreke Rogers
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...