RUNNING BACK*

[Intro: DaBaby]

Firzt back like he left or somethin'

[Chorus: D'Aydrian Harding]

I get the bag and takeoff like a running back

They tried to get me, don't know when i'm coming back (On god)

She good with the wood like a lumberjack

Put it on god and one day made a hundred racks

Nigga I'm sober, don't fuck with the regionals

She down to pull up, eat me like an edible (Mhm)

You get left in the dirt like a vegetable

Play with DaBaby, 'gon need you some medicals

Too many hoes, I had to dismiss them

My nigga stay in Detroit like a piston

Thеy'll make you disappear like a magician

I got a Tеsla, no key in ignition (Uh-uh)

Swerving through traffic in Wichita, Kansas

That wide body hellcat, it's scratching and hissing (Vroom)

007, bitch I'm on a mission

Dive in that pussy like I'm going fishing

[Post-Chorus: D'Aydrian Harding]

I don't get no pussy nigga

I was capping

(Let's Go)

[Verse: D'Aydrian Harding]

Young nigga lit in this bitch

I got bands in my pocket and also got bands in my wallet

The music you dropping, that shit just be flopping

If I was you, I would go ahead and just stop it

I slide with a rocket

I feel like I'm Harding so you better step back or else Imma pop it

Got racks in the bed and got racks in the closet

And after this verse, Imma make a deposit (Go)

His main bitch tryna get next to me, uh

She tryna touch on me sexually, uh

Black and white diamonds, I feel like a referee

All these VV's like a spelling bee

[Chorus: D'Aydrian Harding]

I get the bag and takeoff like a running back

They tried to get me, don't know when i'm coming back (On god)

She good with the wood like a lumberjack

Put it on god and one day made a hundred racks

Nigga I'm sober, don't fuck with the regionals

She down to pull up, eat me like an edible (Mhm)

You get left in the dirt like a vegetable

Play with DaBaby, gon need you some medicals

Too many hoes, I had to dismiss them

My nigga stay in Detroit like a piston

[Verse 2: DaBaby]

Wake up a regular day and get head in a Phantom (skrrt)

Ain't even know it was three hours away (uh-huh)

I still fuck around, catch me a fight to Atlanta, nigga (Yeah)

Walk 'cross the street, a bandana on my head like 2Pac

I flick off the camera (Bitch)

I be like, "Say please and thank you" 'fore I put my dick

A bae can't use her manners

Came through in sanders

She lit some candles

I just went ham in my flip-flops

I just mix YouTube with cameras and hip-hop

I almost spent two-hundred grand on my wrist watch

And it do not go down in value 'cause it's stocked

I blow smoke out the window I whip out

I used the cameras that's on the screen when I back in

And it ain't ever been hard to see

I'm about to act shit in the carpool lane

With nephew in the Black Benz, you see me to tap in

Every time I hear this shit, tap out

Im clutching on that shit when I back out

I'm riding to that Future, that mask on, that mask off

I get the money, a cash cow, and thats how you pop it

When you got more dollars than you got subscribers, I'm being modest

I rather park the Lamborghini truck and pull up with a driver

I'm being honest, nigga nah

[Chorus: D'Aydrian Harding & 𝘋𝘢𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺]

I get the bag and takeoff like a running back (𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩)

They tried to get me, don't know when i'm coming back (On god)

(𝘖𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥) She good with the wood like a lumberjack

Put it on god and one day made a hundred racks

Nigga I'm sober, don't fuck with the regionals

She down to pull up, eat me like an edible (Mhm)

You get left in the dirt like a vegetable

Play with DaBaby, gon need you some medicals (𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩)