HIT N RUN

I can't wear that on my sleeve, it ain't high fashion
Keep it moving like ain't shit happen
Plus I'd rather be trappin'
Know what typa shit I been trapped in
Can't get too far being passive
City turnt that nigga to a savage
God was right there when it happened right
Every hit I took I count it twice
Ain't no police out this time of night
We done emptied out that counter twice
Shit gon turn my soul to ice
Done turnt my wrist to poltergeist
Solar system show at night
The sun gon shift it hold it right
And Pluto might show in my ice
I don't care nothin' bout her
Probably won't even pick up the phone
I swear I need a Christina
Not the bitch, the million
Holy water on my tee
I got that angel in her thong
Way I swept her off her feet
I coulda been Jesus all along

I coulda been anyone
Hop outta foreign with double dutch on me
Then pull out a hammer, deliver one
Niggas be talking like I ain't official enough
I don't know what got into em
And Rell on a killer run
Just left with a hit and run
My shorty amazing she gimme the pussy like we in the ring
Shit I might gotta give her one
Some niggas I used to know, need me to coach em to get up a level
I might gotta get with em
I never did time in the Feds
But fucking with Red shit I might gotta visit one
What you expect from a shooter with handles
You think I ain't clutch with this shit
I'm kinda like Irving the net on the block
Or the Russell with Thunder and shit
I was ballin' on niggas before Roddy cliqued up with Mustard and shit
Y'all was fraudulent with us before I was doing these numbers and shit
I ain't targeting niggas
I'm talking to niggas who fumbling shit
I ain't gotta be out like I'm joggin' with niggas
I'm runnin' this shit
Ask yo mama the difference between us
She say you a son of a bitch
Shit I'm from the Ville, son I don't be running from shit