Stack it high with “Run It Up,” track #8 from Offset’s latest album, KIARI, dropping on Friday, August 22, 2025. This trap banger, featuring Memphis heavyweight Key Glock, blends Offset’s slick Atlanta flow with Glock’s gritty hustle, echoing “Ric Flair Drip” but with a harder edge, like Glock’s “From Nothing.” Unlike Love You Down’s smooth R&B, this track is all about chasing bags, with booming beats and braggadocio vibes. Fans on X are hyped, calling it “a street-certified heater.” As a fan who’s bumped “Bad and Boujee” at an Atlanta block party, I’m amped for “Run It Up”—it’s like a cash-fueled sprint. Join us for the “Run It Up” lyrics by Offset with Key Glock and step into his world of loyalty, loss, and street-coded truths that hit harder than ever.
| Lead Vocals | Offset & Key Glock |
| Songwriter | Offset, Key Glock, London on da Track, Quin With The Keyz, Ziggy & Peeb |
| Music Producer | London on da Track, Quin With The Keyz, Ziggy & Peeb |
| Label | Motown Records |
| Release Date | August 22, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Motown Records, UMG Recordings Services & Universal Music Group |
Lyrics of Run It Up by Offset & Key Glock
[Chorus: Offset]
Run It Up
Run It Up
We Got London On Da Track
Run It Up
Run It Up
Run It Up
Run It Up (Run)
Run It Up (Go)
Run It Up (Woo, Woo)
Run It Up (Go)
Run It Up (Run)
Run It Up (Woo, Woo)
You Ain’t Got Enough
[Verse 1: Offset]
I Just F**ked My B!tch On Sunday
You Ain’t Have Emotion, You Ain’t Got Money
I Had To Take Me A Trip Out To London
Gun Go Pow, Nigga Start Runnin’
F**kin’ His B!tch So Good, She Hummin’
Shoutout To André, Payin’ My Homage
Broke Niggas Make Me Sick To My Stomach
Ugh, Pew, I’m ’bout To Vomit
Lame-ass Nigga, She F**kin’ The Plumber
I Like To Ball, Don’t Got A Jumper
Make One Call, Pull Up With Thumpers
Ps2, Ready To Rumble
Pull Out The Fire, Like A Cookie, He Crumble
If You Go Broke, Then That Shit Make You Humble
Thought I Was Fired, But I Put Up Them Numbers
Look At My Dog, He A Demon, Got Summon
My B!tch Bangin’ Blood, She More Gangsta Than You
Give ’em One Cable, My Kid Losin’ Twos
Mathematically, I’m Doin’ Better Than You
I Pull Up, Bad B!tch, She Spend The Money, She Cute
My B!tch Bangin’ Blood, She More Gangsta Than You
Give ’em One Cable, My Kid Losin’ Twos
Give Me My Payments Painted In Blue
Paintin’ Your City In Red Like Soo-woo
I To Bring All The Pain In This B!tch
F**k From The Back, Say My Name In This B!tch
Walk In This B!tch With No Chain ’cause I’m Rich
Walk In The Bank, Number’s Big, It’s A Glitch
Give Her A Chain When I’m F**kin’ A B!tch
Paid Her For A Nigga, I Be Thinkin’ Like Mitch
Yellow Gold Rollie, A Bottle Of Cris’
Pull Out Her M’s, She’s Hollerin’, You Rich
We Havin’ Motion, Like The Ocean
I Can’t Go On Her Raw With A Trojan
Chuck E. Cheese And This B!tch Wear Your Tokens
For My B!tch When She Leave Out Of Yoga
Hit A Three In Your Face From The Logo
Come And Bounce On This Dick Like It’s Pogo
This A Porsche, It’s Electric, It’s Robo
We Go Sit Down And Eat Up And Nobo
I Mean Nobu
You Can’t Beat Me, Boy, I Think I’m Goku
If You Try Me, Boy, What, I’ma Hold You
Man, That Glock With That Switch, That’s My Go-to
You My Brother, But Now I Don’t Know You
Yeah, My B!tch Like The Sushi And Tofu
I Don’t Know What Them Niggas Done Told You
I’m The One, Not The Two, That’s The Old You
[Chorus: Offset, Key Glock]
Run It Up
Run It Up
Run It Up
Run It Up
Run It Up
Run It Up (Run)
Run It Up (Go)
Run It Up (Woo, Woo)
Run It Up (Go)
Run It Up (Run)
Run It Up (Woo, Woo)
You Ain’t Got Enough
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
[Verse 2: Key Glock]
If I Don’t Do Nothin’, I’ma Run It Up
I Put Money Up On Hoes, It Don’t Matter What
You Think I Ain’t Got It On Me, You Dumb As F**k
Glizzock Be The Name, Come Teach Me Love
My Heart Lookin’ Like I Hit The [?] As F**k
Doc Said Go Get The Money, That’s A Must
I’m A Cuttroat Nigga, Don’t Believe In Trust
I Got Married To Money, Started With A Crush
Young Rich Nigga, My Pockets Stuffed
Yeah, B!tch, I’m Loaded, Baked Potato
Treat Them Yellow Diamonds Like Now Or Laters
Self-made Nigga, No Time For Favors
Ebk, No Time For Playin’
Nah, We Know Better
Ten Toes Down, No Cosign (Cosign)
I Get Shit Done In No Time (Go)
Hold Up, Hold Up, Roll Up
Money On My Line (Yeah)
Yeah, The Money On My Mind (Yeah)
Eight Figure Nigga Ride With A Four-five (Yeah)
Young Nigga Plugged In (Yeah), Jump Drive
I Don’t Wanna Hear About It, Go Slide
I Don’t Wanna Hear About Such And Such
The Fuck, Nigga?
Ayy
[Chorus: Offset]
Just Run It Up (Yeah)
Run It Up (Yeah)
Run It Up (Yeah)
Run It Up (Yeah)
Run It Up (Yeah)
Run It Up (Yeah)
Run It Up (Yeah)
Run It Up
Run It Up
Run It Up
Run It Up
You Ain’t Got Enough
Run It Up
