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Run Down
3,901
Hip-Hop/Rap
Run Down was released on August 31, 2018 by Epic/CMG as a part of the album Fu*k Everybody 2
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Release DateAugust 31, 2018
LabelEpic/CMG
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blac Youngsta
Blac Youngsta
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sammie Benson
Sammie Benson
Songwriter
Christian Morris
Christian Morris
Songwriter
Marcus Toney
Marcus Toney
Songwriter
Preston T. Gray
Preston T. Gray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CMO
CMO
Producer
DJ Pacmann
DJ Pacmann
Producer
Hitman PG
Hitman PG
Producer
Rasta Rebelz
Rasta Rebelz
Recording Engineer
MikFly
MikFly
Mixing Engineer
Larry Anthony
Larry Anthony
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My gang ain't never been fucked with really (Okay)
So if you askin' me, I been tryna teach you bitches the game (Game)
You know these bitches ain't fuckin' with me?
Bitch, he never been fucked with
[Verse 2]
Whore, I'm on that front lie, you get gunned down
And I'm ducking the feds, yeah
I got the run down, you get run down
Money on your head, yeah
[Verse 3]
I got the shovel, I got the dirt
Laying on my bed, yeah
She got a shape, she gotta twerk
If I throw some bread, yeah
[Verse 4]
I got my mud brothers with me
They might bust your head, head
You know, I ain't fuckin' with her
If she don't give head, head
[Verse 5]
We got my dogs in the feds with feds
I got a Glock with a beam and it's red (Fuck, ****)
That **** bitch speakin' bad on my night
Wish I'd have been on the scene when he said it (Gang, gang)
[Verse 6]
Wish I'd have knew better
I got my toot out, I've been in shoot-outs (Shoot-out)
You know I'm gon' cross you for the gang, I'm Luda (Luda)
You gotta cooled out, you gotta chill 'fore I make you move out
(Move out)
[Verse 7]
I might pull up, blow your brains out on a scooter
Bitch, bring my food out
Bitch, bring my food out
Bitch, I'm the teacher so I shit on my students
[Verse 8]
Bitch, I'm the shooter
Bitch, I'ma do her
Bitch, I'ma stick my lil' dick in her cooter
[Verse 9]
I'm on that front line, you get gunned down
And I'm ducking the feds, yeah
I got the run down, you get run down
Money on your head, yeah (Front line)
[Verse 10]
I got the shovel, I got the dirt
Laying on my bed, yeah
She got a shape, she gotta twerk
If I throw some bread, yeah
[Verse 11]
I got my mud brothers with me
They might bust your head, head (Head, head)
You know, I ain't fuckin' with her
If she don't give head, head
[Verse 12]
We got my dogs in the feds with feds
I got a Glock with a beam and it's red (Fuck, ****)
That **** bitch speakin' bad on my night
Wish I'd have been on the scene when he said it (Gang, gang)
[Verse 13]
You know I'm a four car driver
You know I'ma stick it inside her, boss
Bitch, she'll jump hard on the coward
She'll make 'em pay by the hour
[Verse 14]
Told the promoter, "I want some clips and some bullets on my rival"
I got the stars in the Wraith, drippin' outta space (Drip)
On my sliders, Gucci
[Verse 15]
Bitch, I'm a young rich ****, you know that
You tryna argue, that's where the door at
She grab my balls, I give her ball racks
You tryna shop, I'm where the store at
[Verse 16]
You play with Cole, you play with Snoop
You gon' get shot right on your forehead
I'm also fuck everybody shit
Just in case she know that
[Verse 17]
I'm on that front line, you get gunned down
And I'm ducking the feds, yeah (Front line)
I got the run down, you get run down
Money on your head, yeah (Front line)
[Verse 18]
I got the shovel, I got the dirt
Laying on my bed, yeah
She got a shape, she gotta twerk
If I throw some bread, yeah
[Verse 19]
I got my mud brothers with me
They might bust your head, head
You know, I ain't fuckin' with her
If she don't give head, head
[Verse 20]
We got my dogs in the feds with feds
I got a Glock with a beam and it's red (Fuck, ****)
That **** bitch speakin' bad on my night
Wish I'd have been on the scene when he said it (Gang, gang)
[Verse 21]
Bitch, I've been off the porch, ****
Know what I'm sayin'?
That shit gon' never change, the game gon' never stop
****, make hit and shit
I don't give no fuck, ****, fuck everybody too
[Verse 22]
You know that how I'm feelin' so it's fuck you
Bitch, fuck your pappy, fuck your mama
Fuck your auntie, fuck your daddy
Fuck your sis, sis, sis, and her sis, sis, sis, huh
Fuck your bruh, bruh, bruh, and his bruh, bruh, bruh
****, tell them bitches we want war
Know what I'm sayin'?
Ay, check me out
Gangsta **** ever done this shit, gangsta **** in my city
Know what I'm sayin'?
Uh, uh, I put that on my mama' mama, know what I'm sayin', ho?
Gang
Written by: Christian Morris, Marcus Toney, Preston T. Gray, Sammie Benson
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