Sprint Freestyle

I run away into the dark you won't find me
Don't look back don't care what's behind me
Bobbing weaving gotta finesse
Oh
There go the dogs gotta run
Getting up fast
Gotta leave the cash
Man we gotta go leave the bag if you have to
Whoever last gotta get caught
That's another flaw in the plans but I had to
Plot the escape this is something I never do
I never come with a crew
Flying in the coupe
I never switch up but certainly see why you wanted to
That's what you gonna do
Believe me
I am not that friendly
I would sell you out for a couple million Benji's
I would ride off you on bend the curb in a Bentley
That's clearly what you think from the message that you sent me
This is all black ski mask
Speed pass
Leave you begging on the ground
Dirty up your knee pads
If I let you off the hook they might try to sneak past
Y'all trash try to catch me I ain't even sprint fast



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron London
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