Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
21 Savage
Voces
Brent Faiyaz
Voces
K-Ci
Artista sampleado
Mary J. Blige
Artista sampleado
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Composición
Ronald Nathan Latour Jr.
Composición
David Patino
Composición
Francis Esteban
Composición
Darryl Pearson
Composición
Joel Hailey
Composición
Christopher Brent Wood
Letra
Donald Earle Jr. De Grate
Composición
Johnny Juliano
Composición
Producción e ingeniería
Johnny Juliano
Producción
Dpat
Producción
Isaiah “ibmixing” Brown
Ingeniería de grabación
Miles Walker
Ingeniería de mezcla
Mike Bozzi
Masterización
Cardo Got Wings
Producción
Esta
Producción
Letra
[Intro]
Loving you is all that I have to do (Yeah)
I don't wanna do anything else
I don't wanna do anything else, baby, baby
[Chorus]
Drop yo' dot, you know I'm coming
Lacefront fucked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin'
From me
Runnin' from me, runnin'
From me
[PostChorus]
Drop the lo', I'm coming
I already know it's running for me
Girl, it's truly a blessing
You can make all the mess that you want
And that's all that I want
Is for you to run
Runnin' like a faucet
Late night till the early morning (Whoa, yeah)
Give a fuck 'bout where you going
[Verse 1]
Working even on your days off (Yeah, yeah)
Body right, everything soft (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two shots, she don't really talk
Business card, show 'em you the boss
We can take a jet to see the world
I know you a small city girl (21, 21)
I know **** in your DM
She don't wanna be a BM
Who them ****? Shit, we them
No cap, kizzy or brim
Late night, rippin' off her Skims
Winter time, I got on my Timbs
Make a baby, listening to Tems (21)
These bitches call me Sugar Ray
I might ball, but ****, I don't play
Call a Uber, she done overstayed
Every hour, new one on the way
Pop shit, I'm straight up out the A
Hot shit, come up out the K
My lil' brother got more masks than Ye
I wanna feel your stomach (21)
Grab the sheets, I wanna see you runnin' (On God)
Runnin' from me, runnin'
Runnin' from me, runnin'
[Chorus]
Drop yo' dot, you know I'm coming
Lacefront fucked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin'
Runnin' from me (21)
Runnin' from me, yeah
Runnin'
[PostChorus]
Drop the lo', I'm coming (21, 21)
I already know it's running for me
Girl, it's truly a blessing
You can make all the mess that you want (On God)
And that's all that I want
Is for you to run (Yeah)
Runnin' like a faucet
Late night till the early morning
Give a fuck 'bout where you going (On God)
[Verse 2]
When I come around, you know (Yeah, you know)
Have your head wrapped, it's going down fasho (That's on God)
Fuck where yo' bed at, bitch, get down on the flo' (21, 21)
Runnin' from me (21, 21)
[Chorus]
Drop yo' dot, you know I'm coming
Lacefront fucked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin'
Runnin' from me
Runnin' from me, runnin'
[Outro]
Loving you is all that I have to do
I don't wanna do anything else
Listen, baby
Written by: Christopher Wood, Darryl Pearson, Daveon Jackson, David Patino, Donald Earle De Grate Jr, Francis Esteban, Joel Hailey, John Julian, Ronald Nathan LaTour, Ronald Nathan Latour Jr., Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph

