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RUN IT UP
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Hip-Hop/Rap
RUN IT UP was released on December 27, 2024 by INDIGO MUSIC, LLC. as a part of the album RUN IT UP - Single
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Release DateDecember 27, 2024
LabelINDIGO MUSIC, LLC.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
indigo
indigo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Connor Icenhour
Connor Icenhour
Lyrics, Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Valentin Cernomaz
Valentin Cernomaz
Producer

Lyrics

Nike sneaks my feet,
Runnin' up bags,
Cashin' out fees
Temp of my teeth low, sub-Z,
Polar breeze whenever I breathe
Left wrist 50 carats at least,
Don't stand too close,
You might freeze
Got my heat protecting my peace,
Swiffer, messy boys get sweeped
Treat my choppa like a lady,
Open the door and I buckle its' seat
My mouth closed unless I'm gassin',
You gotta pay if you want me to speak
Cooked up 3, 4, 5, 6 hits - shit,
All in the span of a week
Call my bruddas up on FaceTime,
Told em come on it's time to go eat!
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
Run it up, run it up, run it up,
Stackin' them racks so fat,
Can't fold em up
Blick in my belt,
Got a tummy tuck
When I shoot, got precision,
Won't fuck it up
Why would you try to go big on the Number 1?
Tryna play me,
You goin' out 0 and 1
Watch how you talkin',
I promise you don't know me son
Fuck around,
You'll find that I'm not the one
Back in the day I would run em a fade for fun,
5'4, but I got that Napoleon
Stonewall on my face,
You don't know what I'm on
Stone face on my arm when the Rollie on,
Drop a big bag on a hoe,
When it hit the floor,
Shit's so heavy it sound like I dropped a bomb
Nike sneaks my feet,
Runnin' up bags,
Cashin' out fees
Temp of my teeth low, sub-Z,
Polar breeze whenever I breathe
Left wrist 50 carats at least,
Don't stand too close,
You might freeze
Got my heat protecting my peace,
Swiffer, messy boys get sweeped
2 C,
I'm poppin' out
My freak,
She put sloppy mouth on me
Way that she did it without no teeth,
Got me tinglin' in my feet
She the freak I think I might keep
Got a small back,
But damn, can she eat
I'ma take her out for a spree,
Whatever she want,
She know I'm not cheap
I'm runnin' this paper up,
so best believe I'm spendin'
If I lose a hunnid thousand,
It won't make no difference
Livin' in abundance,
A milli like an appendix,
And I won't get no medal,
so I froze my neck for sprintin'
Yeah, for sprintin',
No track, no field, just digits
Can't spend it fast as I make it,
I forgot,
What the fuck is a limit?
If we talkin' bout who's at the top,
and you say I'm not,
Then who is it?
You ain't poppin' off, you floppin' off,
We not the same, bruh,
You Trippin"!
Written by: Connor Icenhour
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