Running Back (feat. Damo Diore)

Yeah, yeah, yeah Run it back, run it back She gon' run it back for me I put the pack on her, she flee She know ain't no one like me She gon' run it back for me She gon', she gon', she gon' run it back She gon', she gon', she gon' run it back She know ain't no one like me She gon' run it back for me Run it back Like Aaron Jones, yeah Catch a pack of green, bae Yeah, yeah Saquon Barkley, she a giant with the flip Yeah, Derrick Henry, Tennessee Titan with the wrist, yeah Niggas don't look away, they know that's my bitch Ooh, when she send the text, it be new She a trap and lil' batty, she rude The way I put dick in the stomach I ain't got to worry about dudes Tell me what you know about racks Tell me what you know about bands You ain't never had a real bitch Ride way harder than your mans Yeah, I be fuckin' her crazy F*ck around, make her only fans Whatever I'm with, I know that she wit Ain't nobody takin' the stand Young Boucher, keep a bitch wet They should call her nigga Bobby High fashion, rich nigga in a box They should call her nigga Roddy She gon' run it back for me I put the pack on her, she flee She know ain't no one like me She gon' run it back for me Run it back, she go, she go, she go Run it back, she go, she go, she go Run it back, she know ain't no one like me She gon' run it back for me Oakland Raider, you f*ck me, you pay her Touchdown, you can't score, but I won't hit now and later Damn, bae, you ballsy, give it to me so good I don't wanna sleep Once we lock eyes, I'ma send a wink And these hoes know my name, I ain't gotta speak Big Boss, pop yo' shit Big rocks and his girl, now they on my clit Tell him, put me on your snap, I ain't in the pits Back shots while I'm ass up on the dick If he hit once, he gon' run it back I ain't lost that nigga that I wanna back I ain't miss not a band, I just spend the sex I'm workin' on the B's like I'm in a trap I'ma keep a player with you, want you on the team Wanna lay up with you, wanna cook your food Say a prayer with you, get the paper with you I'm a real bitch, issue with the shits We can get it back, I can move the bricks Now you in the bowl, cause they see the kicks She gon' run it back for me I put the pack on her, she flee She know ain't no one like me She gon' run it back for me