[Intro: K-Ci]
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
[Chorus: 21 Savage & Brent Faiyaz]
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
[Post-Chorus: Brent Faiyaz & 21 Savage]
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
Don't give a fuck 'bout where you goin' (Woah, yeah)
[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
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 the boss
We can take a jet to see the world
I know that you 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'
Runnin' from me, runnin'
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
[Chorus: 21 Savage & Brent Faiyaz]
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
[Post-Chorus: Brent Faiyaz & 21 Savage]
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
Don't give a fuck 'bout where you goin' (Woah, yeah)
[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
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 the boss
We can take a jet to see the world
I know that you 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'
Runnin' from me, runnin'
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