Got Away Lyrics

Had the helicopter on my whip but then I got away

Beamer, Benz, and Charger sports mode cause we all trying to race

Police bust a U we peeling out we ain't got time today

Turned the corner to some other cops and then I hit the brakes

Sticking to the code if I get booked

I plead my innocence and then they let me off the hook

I hit the road again and shake and bake until he shook

In the safe I look and stack this money like some books I'm finna cook

Go grab a plate or niggas finna take your meal

It's eat or you get ate up in this bitch this shit get real

If you ain't got no cake up in your wallet how it feel?

You better hit the field and show a nigga what's the deal

You just told me that your arch is crazy why I make you hunch?

Dick got her feeling overjoyed like why you make me lunch?

Hit him once he started balling up why he can't take a punch?

Get my pockets up it ain't enough I'm trying to make a bunch

When I was thirteen I had mossed the star player like I'm Allen Lazard

Fourteen I started flipping hoes like I then worked for Brazzerz

Fifteen I jumped up off the porch was getting money faster

Sixteen was riding in the Porsche and serving wax batter

Seventeen I hopped up in the booth so I can make a banger

Eighteen I watched my niggas go from homie to a stranger

Nineteen was strapped up in the party like I am the danger

Twenty I take care of my bitch cause money wouldn't change her

Had the helicopter on my whip but then I got away

Beamer, Benz, and Charger sports mode cause we all trying to race

Police bust a U we peeling out we ain't got time today

Turned the corner to some other cops and then I hit the brakes