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Run It Up
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Run It Up was released on March 27, 2026 by NLess Entertainment as a part of the album Run It Up - Single
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Release DateMarch 27, 2026
LabelNLess Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fatpocket
Fatpocket
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stevon Bruten
Stevon Bruten
Lyrics
Christian Wade
Christian Wade
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Xeno
Xeno
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
My bitch, she bad as fuck, fuckin' with me, got' run it up, uh
Yeah, she bad as fuck, fuckin' with me, got' run it up, uh
Uh, yeah, uh, uh
All this ice on, check, know what I'm sayin' (Uh, uh)
My bitch bad as fuck, check, you know what I'm sayin' (You gotta run it up)
All we doin' is gettin' this money 'round this bitch, check, you know what I'm sayin' (Yeah, uh, uh)
Cash out, ice around my neck and this shit crystal clear (Uh)
Told my **** to hold it down 'cause we gon' eat this year (Uh)
I'm in the trenches, brand-new whip and they don't know what it is
I got rich off grass just like I got rich off pills
I'm finna spend this cash, damn, bitch, you look good in heels (Uh)
'Member I ain't have no paper, I could tell you how it feel
Dirty scale, hundred bales and two vacuum seals
I had clientele on my phone before the deal
Tellin' me come drop, they need me to save the street (Yeah)
I put **** on they feet, I'ma always have my heat
I'ma always keep it P, I'm respected like a G
Couple hundred thousand worth of chains, **** know it's me
Why you fakin' with me at the club? Actin' like it's love
Bad bitches see me at the club, tryna give me hugs
Now they say the trap dead, but I think **** just scared (Yeah)
When they turn the pressure on, I be knowin' how to play it (I be knowin', yeah)
Got this pretty redbone, I'm tryna get my hands on (Uh)
She know that my bread on, I'm tryna have her head gone
I got clientele on the line callin' my phone
Trap ****, I could make it flood in a dope zone
Cash out, ice around my neck and this shit crystal clear (Uh)
Told my **** to hold it down 'cause we gon' eat this year (Uh)
I'm in the trenches, brand-new whip and they don't know what it is
I got rich off grass just like I got rich off pills
Bitch, she bad as fuck, fuckin' with me, got' run it up
My bitch, she bad as fuck, fuckin' with me, got' run it up, uh
Fuck, fuckin' with me, got' run it up
My bitch, she bad as fuck, fuckin' with me, got' run it up, uh
Written by: Christian Wade, Stevon Bruten
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