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Run Up
315
Hip-Hop/Rap
Run Up was released on January 29, 2026 by Now & Forever/Santa Anna as a part of the album Run Up - Single
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Release DateJanuary 29, 2026
LabelNow & Forever/Santa Anna
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM109

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drexthejoint
Drexthejoint
Performer
Elvis josue camacho calleja
Elvis josue camacho calleja
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elvis josue camacho calleja
Elvis josue camacho calleja
Lyrics
Christian Rodriguez
Christian Rodriguez
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HoodHitta
HoodHitta
Producer

Lyrics

(H-H-HoodHitta made this shit)
Tuh, free the gang, bitch
**** know me, ****, I ain't gotta say nathan, ****
That's on the set
Look, look, look
Big chop make you fuck **** vanish
All you **** rich spices, but don't even speak Spanish
I'm a dawg-ass ****, bitch, I don't got no manners
This a big gun, big gun, disappear you like it's magic, uh
Was in the buck, and now I'm slidin' in the foreign
Better check the murder rate, bitch, all my **** scorin'
If she look, then she took, best believe the bitch gone
Heard Jawn started, y'all ain't even go and slid for him, uh
Bitch, I'm a gangsta, must be stupid tryna fuck with me
You's a weird ****, type of **** who be suckin' feet
**** hang around these bitch ****, ain't my cup of tea
I rap about this shit I really did, shit my discovery
No rap cap, bitch, I'm out on two bails
They done fucked up lettin' me, I'm still givin' **** hell
Now this **** in the group, he the first **** to tell
Asked about you in your hood and your name ring no bells, uh
If I was you, man, I would keep me out the mentions
We the reason why you sayin' dead homies every sentence
Got no love for no bitch unless I'm tryna stick my dick
And if you can't take the heat, then stay the fuck from out the kitchen, uh
Young grimy ****, they say Drex a straight bastard
I can never run from no ****, I got asthma
Graduated from these streets, I done went and got my master's
You don't live the life I live, dead homie, you's an actor, uh
Free Ghost, free Deebo, and free Goo
I done got it out the mud, all you **** silver spoon
Free Chicken, Cisco, and Dom, yeah, feed them, too
Just a lil' turnaround, but all my **** be home soon, uh
But 'til then, I'm still out fuckin' the streets up
Forever thuggin', I can never put my gleek up
You say you ratchet, go ahead and let me see somethin'
Fuck it up, bitch, fuck it up, you know how we comin'
I swear to God, you broke **** make me sick
**** beefin' over pussy and your mama raised a bitch, make no sense
Come on, lil' ****, just get a grip
Need a bitch with no emotions, this the world biggest ick, uh
**** dyin', that's the reason why I pack heat
You was at the fair while I was out sellin' 'em bags
You **** watchin' us and bitches that I smacked up in my backseat
If it's war, then it's war, my ****, ain't gotta ask me
Stop all that yip yippin', boy, just run up
She wanna fuck a ****, now I got my funds up
I swear to God, bitch, I be thuggin' 'til the sun up
Better walk it like you talk it, my ****, shut the fuck up, ****
Dead homies, ****, free the gang bang, though, ****
Free KB, free Roms, ****, free Binks
Free Deebo, free Chicken, free Dom, ****, on the set, free Ghost
All that, bitch, uh
Gangland, gangland, haha
Ah
(H-H-HoodHitta made this shit)
Written by: Christian Rodriguez, Elvis josue camacho calleja
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