Hit & Run

It's crazy he been acting shady since he had to pay me
I tried to tell the nigga to calm down but he ain't take it

My momma seem real cool but I ain't grew up the way she raised me
If I pull up with the pack before I leave I take my payment
We living lavish
Spent a few racks just got back from Vegas
I'm a leave her shaking
Have the bitch thinking I might be satan uh

Niggas always think that I be lying like I'm capping shit
Man I had your bitch all on her knees like she was Kaepernick
I just bought that shit I took it out and now I'm flashing it
Every time I talk about the bay they say he passionate

Smooth talker, new frames
Hit the jeweler, new chain
Every time I go out I be dressing, call me Bruce Wayne
Pretty mami, boo thang
Alexander shoe strings
No we do not fight about a budget, that's a you thang

Hit the baddest bitch and then I tell her where the exit is
If you ain't waking thinking about some paper you ain't meant for this
I told her bring her friend she brought her twin guess thats a two for one
They talking like a nigga won't pull up and knock a tooth or some

I just fucked the whole crew, like there was ten of me
She said don't you fall in love bitch ain't no telling me
She asked when I'm coming over, I'll come from ten to three
I just did a hit and run
Ain't that a felony

You say you homie nigga, go ahead and show me
Cause when it's time for action it be feeling really lonely
I almost started scrapping with them all red homies
They thought I was a crip with all these blue benjis on me

I'm a get you fitted ma soon as you send a snap back
White toes in them ysl don't need to post your cash app
Cartier love bracelet on her arm but we is not in love
She think I make gangster music baby I am not a thug

No I'm not a thug, these bitches show me love
I ask her what she doing she said come and pick me up
I said cool, and then I went ahead and pulled up
Aw shit she looked a little different in the club

Hit the gas

I'm in a V8 you in a I4
You say ain't gettin no bitches nigga try more
Already on the top what I'mm getting high for
I done had like three up out the crew I need the high score

She sucked the soul out a nigga like lipo
Had that thang clap clap clapping like some white folk
These ho's gone switch don't put your trust in them
Like we at war cause I still had her Russian in

Aye, I just poured some red up
Ain't taste good but I couldn't find no juicy and I'm fed up
I see they can't respect I got my bread up
They telling me stay focused you the shit little pop you next up

Got pounds up in the trunk they look like bow ties
I'm tripping off the cup I'm tryna fuck the bitch from both sides
My blunts is double stuffed it got me tongue tied
And I can't get enough I probably smoke like ten before five

Before five
I have the little bitch shaking like the second line
I'm bout mine
Could pull up with them sticks look like a drum line
My bitch fine
And right after I nut I'm going o time
About four times
I'm trying to find my type but there's just no kind

You play big or go home
When I drink I throw fours

If she stank the fuck no
Ain't got time for stank hoes

My plug dropped a new load
I swear this world too cold
If he try to jack
Cock it back and you unload

I just poured some red up, ain't taste good but I couldn't find no juicy
No juicy
I see they can't respect I got my bread up they telling me stay focused
Stay focused