Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I left that block real quick
No plate, just a prayer
Two hands on the wheel
Cold night, cold stare
Dash full of red glow
My pulse on attack
Backseat full of secrets
And I can't go back
Heard the siren breathe
Then I bent that lane
Hit the next green light
Like I knew my name
My boy said "keep it moving"
I said "watch this bend"
If they get too close
I might not stop again
[Pre-Chorus]
Got that weight in the trunk
Got that fear in my chest
Red line, red light
I just do my best
They want me boxed in
I want out tonight
One wrong move
Then it's all too bright
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up
Red light, I don't care
Run it up, run it up
Heard that noise back there
Don't look back, don't look back
I keep my face straight
Run it up, run it up
I can't stop my fate
[Verse 2]
Tires bite hard
On that wet black street
Three cars behind me
Tryna read my speed
I cut left quick
Past a chain-link fence
Whole trunk talking
And it makes no sense
Hands stay calm
But my jaw locked tight
One headlight gone
Still I flash that white
If they trap this ride
Then they trap my breath
So I floor that truth
Like I'm next to death
[Pre-Chorus]
Got that weight in the trunk
Got that fear in my chest
Red line, red light
I just do my best
They want me boxed in
I want out tonight
One wrong move
Then it's all too bright
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up
Red light, I don't care
Run it up, run it up
Heard that noise back there
Don't look back, don't look back
I keep my face straight
Run it up, run it up
I can't stop my fate
[Bridge]
If dawn catch me
Better pray I glide
Got too much wrong
In this trunk tonight
I been too deep
To just cool off now
One last turn
And I gun it out
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up
Red light, I don't care
Run it up, run it up
Heard that noise back there
Don't look back, don't look back
I keep my face straight
Run it up, run it up
I can't stop my fate
Style
trap rap with male vocals142 bpm swung hi-hatsrattling 808sand bleak minor-key keys; verse rides sparse kick-snare pockets with clipped ad-libspre-chorus tightens into half-time tensionchorus slams with stacked hook doubles and a rolling sub. filtered sirens and reversed cymbal swells bridge into each drop; phone-filtered linesshort delay throws on key wordsdry close-mic leadloud and dirty mix with sharp low-end punch.rap
Prompt
A trap rap style song from a man point of view about driving fast through lights running from the cops with a trunk full of guns
Credits
Prompt byProdbyFozzio
GeneratedJun 4, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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