Hit N Run Lyrics

Aye, I got another one for y'all, man

Big in this bitch

Big league bitch

Turn me up

Niggas want me to start like a red light

When the snitch come and tell what your bread like

Cause you flex for the net, while I'm chasing a check

You a actor, I know you want real life

When I'm eating, I be in my head like

Get a job, get a car, get your head right

Light a path for my bros like a headlight

You ain't gang, den you living the fed life

If my bro going broke I'ma bend him back

Better come get your hoe foe i bend her back

Living life like a movie, no Cinemax

If I blow for the feature, I'm finna tax

I don't care about the price if I'm feeling that

If they spinning my bro, then we spinning back

I can tell he a bitch and he can't hold no water

Just look at his face, yeah he ain't finna rat

Run it up to infinity

Niggas thinking they offending me

Run up on me, that's a penalty

I'ma put you down like a Kennedy

Niggas lurking, they ain't kin to me me

Fucking bitches in a symphony

Talking shit, it's a mystery

I'ma pull up keep that same energy

But I heard y'all been sleeping on Leek

Let me tell you, he plotting like Dot and he ready

Niggas be moving like they really with you

But they tryna hit you, you gotta be steady

We smoking gas out the woods, so no passing

No Dutch and hell nah I can't fuck with no Eddie

My gang be lit as a bitch, so don't tell us

Pull up, cuz he getting put out of the telly

She let me hit it, and run with no insurance

Cuz I be grinding at the body shop

Feel like I'm young boy cuz she know that ertime

We link, that I only want a little top

Come get your bitch on my DM, she begging to see men

So I'ma just send her the lock

She know I'm creachy with backshots I'm grabbing

Her hair and it look like I'm hitting the mop

I can't just come off the top like a sticky note

These niggas saying the same shit, and they mumble

My shit gon' slap every time that you play it

I'm rhyming like Busta and I ain't gon' crumble

I'm growing up, I look like you tumble, sponser me Disney, I'm up all the way

Deep in the versa, that lil' fucka only fit five

And I'm stuffing that bitch who like eight

Don't miss the versa, but them was the days

Don't get the bars, then you cannot relate

I got a mind that's gon' sell all the bros at the table

So I can just pass him a plate

But I heard y'all been sleeping on Leek

Let me tell you, he plottin' like Don and he ready

Niggas be moving like they really with you

But they tryna hit you, you gotta be steady

We smoking gas out the woods, so no passing

No Dutch and hell nah, I can't fuck with no Eddie

My gang be lit as a bitch, so don't tell us

Pull up, cuz we getting put out of the telly

She let me hit it, and run with no insurance, cuz I be grinding at the body shop

Feel like I'm young boy cuz she know that every time we link, that I only want a little top

Come get your bitch out my DM, she begging to see men, so I'mma just send her the Lock

She know I'm a creachy with back shots from grabbing that hair

And it look like I'm hitting the mop

I can't just come off the top like a sticky note

These niggas say the same shit, and they mumble

My shit gon' slap every time that you play it

I'm rhyming like Busta and I ain't gon' crumple