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Run
856
Hip-Hop/Rap
Run was released on February 20, 2026 by Freebandz Ent. as a part of the album Laying Da Walkdown
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Release DateFebruary 20, 2026
LabelFreebandz Ent.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

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

Lyrics

[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
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