Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
Vocals
Brent Faiyaz
Vocals
K-Ci
Sampled Artist
Mary J. Blige
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Composer
Johnny Juliano
Composer
Ronald Nathan Latour Jr.
Composer
David Patino
Composer
Francis Esteban
Composer
Darryl Pearson
Composer
Joel Hailey
Composer
Christopher Brent Wood
Composer
Donald Earle Jr. De Grate
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo Got Wings
Producer
Johnny Juliano
Producer
Dpat
Producer
Isaiah “ibmixing” Brown
Recording Engineer
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Esta
Producer
Lyrics
Lovin' 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
Drop your dot, you know I'm comin'
Lace front fucked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin' from me
Runnin' from me, runnin' from me
Drop the lo', I'm comin'
I already know it's runnin' for me
Girl, it's truly a blessin'
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 (into a faucet bonnet, going back to it anymore) (woah, yeah)
Don't give a fuck 'bout where you're goin'
Workin' 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're the boss
We can take a jet to see the world
I know you're a small city girl (21, 21)
I know niggas in your DM
She don't wanna be your BM
Who them niggas? Shit, we them
No cap, kizzy or a brim?
Late night, grippin' off her Skims
Wintertime, I got on my Timbs
Make a baby, listenin' to Tems (21)
These bitches call me Sugar Ray
I might ball, but nigga, 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' (I don't wanna do)
Runnin' from me, runnin'
Drop your dot, you know I'm comin'
Lace front fucked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin' from me (21)
Runnin' from me (yeah), runnin'
Drop the lo', I'm comin' (21, 21)
I already know it's runnin' for me
Girl, it's truly a blessin'
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 (into a faucet bonnet, going back to it anymore)
Don't give a fuck 'bout where you goin' (on God)
When I come around, you'll know (yeah, you know)
Have your head right, just goin' down for show (that's on God)
Fuck where your bed at, bitch, get down on the floor (21, 21)
Runnin' from me (21, 21)
Drop your dot, you know I'm comin'
Lace front fucked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin' from me
Runnin' from me, runnin'
(Lovin' you is all that I have to do)
(I don't wanna do anything else)
(Listen, baby)
Writer(s): Darryl Pearson, Christopher Wood, Francis Esteban, David Patino, Joel M. Hailey, John Julian, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Ronald N. Latour, Donald Earle De Grate Jr.
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