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Run Down
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Run Down was released on July 18, 2024 by Intricate as a part of the album Street Life - EP
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Release DateJuly 18, 2024
LabelIntricate
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM164

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Biigflash
Biigflash
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raquavian Benning
Raquavian Benning
Lyrics
Antonio Holman
Antonio Holman
Arranger
Marcos Rippy
Marcos Rippy
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wicked
Wicked
Producer

Lyrics

Right. I don't know when I don't know. I was stepping on the escalator. I say, wake up. You go drill to
run down on the track or split them like a sound. Hit the back end. I can't count it. I was trappin out on
pound. Come on, come on. Bag on the head. Look how they found. Oh, yeah, that's another bounty now.
Flying in and out. Come on, I'll make a eat dick for a thousand. Back then bitches used to climb. Keep
goin up, I keep climbing. What I start grinding. Come from drawing guns. And whoever it is, we move
aside. Let all shots in. You hear sirens, gang chanting in the streets. What I know God ain't got no fire.
Don't come outside. Shoot up the door. Bitch! Come outside y'all don't dancing on the line now he
running for his life. You get your man on fire. Don't let her slip. You gotta die I can't never lock in the
hood I won't get caught in the jam I told you don't like it. Your hood. Cause you spin it with that brown
salty spell. Ah, eat on like a lamb I went so hard. Now I can't stop I wouldn't put diamonds on my hair I
wouldn't put rocks all in my watch. He were decent. Now he got I just want number now high. Now be
flat. Talk low. The city I get paid for different. Miss you want that pay Go. Leave something to my body
in the ditch. You get them. Clean up the ditch. Run down on em. Trickle. Split em like a sandwich. Get it
back in. I can't count it. I was trappin out on pound bag on the head lookout they found. Oh, yeah. That's
another bounty now flying in the. Howdy. Hey, now fly. I make a Edenic for a thousand. Back then
bitches used to climb. Keep going up, I keep coming. Why the fuck what? I start grinding, come for your
guns if I don't? If it is, we move aside, let our shots in. You hear sirens inside and outside. We are there.
Right away. Run down on them track or split them like a sandwich. Get it back in. I can't count it. I will
trappin out on pound bag on the helicopter. Found them. Oh yeah. That's another bounty Now flying in
an Audi and I'm flying. I make a eat dick for a thousand back then. Bitches use the climbing. Keep going
up, I keep coming. Why the fuck what? I start grinding, come for drawing guns. And whoever it is, we
move aside, let all shots in. You hear sirens. Are you sorry that I shot way out of the
Written by: Antonio Holman, Marcos Rippy, Raquavian Benning
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