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21 Savage & Metro Boomin - "Run Up the Racks"
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Programming
Southside
Southside
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Southside
Southside
Producer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Southside If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you (Count a hundred) Count a hundred, yeah, nigga Diamonds froze, chill, nigga I went platinum independent then I signed my deal, nigga Young nigga, 17, all he do is kill, nigga And I'm drinking on that mud like an oil spill, nigga Gucci jacket, oh yeah Saint Laurent, oh yeah Bust down, cost a hundred, nigga, that's a trophy Balling like I'm Kobe, shoot you like Ginobili Sitting on the courtside, never in the nosebleed In the hotbox, yeah, with a hot Glock, yeah In the trap car, yeah, get your block chopped, yeah When it's time to blow smoke we do not stop, yeah Pulled up in paradise, they got them Glocks out, yeah Time to blast off, mask off like I'm mad, dog Turned it to a murder trap then robbed 'em for a bag, dog Police always fucking with a nigga 'cause I'm black, dog Full court press, we won't show your ass no slack, dog Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it, nigga Another nigga dead, now the family's scared Tryna duck the feds, tryna duck the feds Paint the city red, paint the city red Glocks in the mattress, choppers in the shed Broad day smoke, late night smoke All day smoke, bitch, we want the smoke I'm from the Eastside where they cutthroat Young niggas killing and they taking dope And they taking chain, they not taking names Gang, gang, gang, nigga, gang, gang Pause the beat, free my niggas in the chain gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it, nigga Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it Run up them racks, I'm doing it, nigga Southside Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Writer(s): Joshua Howard Luellen, Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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