Hit & Run ft. 337 Pop Lyrics

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