The Getaway (feat. Eddie Tate)

FORT WAYNE!
Player remarks!
The summer is ours my nigga

Getaway, getaway, getaway
A long vacation
Getaway, getaway, getaway
Run across the globe
Getaway, getaway, getaway
A long vacation
Getaway, getaway, getaway

Tell me would you really ride for me?
Like take a swipe in a side from a knife for me?
And if I'm locked up, you keep that pussy tight for me!
I'm making sure, you said that you'd be here for life woman!
I been smoking lately to heal the blues
And it when it rains, it pours lil mama you seen the news
I gotta plan to stick up the world and we can't even lose
So check me out, I'm the real McCoy, like Steve McQueen, I'm the King of Cool
Let's blow these duckets they on a budget girl he think he Scrooge
You peeping Rudy? He got the tooly I don't trust the mooly
I won't lose it, I'll keep smooth unless I gotta shoot him!
I don't like dropping bodies they test me? I gotta do it!
And I wear bulletproofs but something ain't right
Cause this wasn't in the plans so tell me darling why you try and rue me?
You must be hiding something you got us caught in a loop
The way they chasing after us now it's starting to feel like a movie!

Getaway, getaway, getaway
A long vacation
Getaway, getaway, getaway
Run across the globe
Getaway, getaway, getaway
A long vacation
Getaway, getaway, getaway

You fuckin' niggas on the side on me?
Just for my freedom you gon' fuck the judge and bribe for me?
And then you ask me would I do the same for you
If you get caught guess I'm fuckin' a bitch, no 25 to life for ya!
See with money we always arguing, feel I can't trust you
Until you show me your loyalty and you steal us a car again
Plus I got the shotty don't worry, nobodies harming us!
I don't think Clyde and Bonnie would spar with us
The Mercedes? Punch it baby this the road to destiny!
Should we stay or should we seperate? We always questioning
No more about him I'm over it I'm just glad you next to me
Rudy still looking for us? Guess I'll have to go Smith and Wesson him
While his crew get the shotty Lord I been counting my blessings
I ain't wanna hurt nobody but it ain't my time to come rest with you
My boo shot somebody cause she don't play that!
Escape to Mexico with lil' mami I call her Playette, they chase us but we always getaway

Getaway, getaway, getaway
A long vacation
Getaway, getaway, getaway
Run across the globe
Getaway, getaway, getaway
A long vacation
Getaway, getaway, getaway

Getaway, getaway, getaway
A long vacation
Getaway, getaway, getaway
Run across the globe
Getaway, getaway, getaway
A long vacation
Getaway, getaway, getaway



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Trice
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link