Hit And Run Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Crack a bitch
Fuck her once
Coulda been a Simpson how I hit and run
Don't bring that hoe around me
That's for anyone
Bet the chickens
Goofy when the Henny come

Go best friend
Go best friend
She got yams too
Tryna screw me off the top like a canned food
Brand new weave
Brand new body
You a brand too
Shakin' ass with your tongue out
Your favorite dance move

Model
She run me, runway, hey
Model
Made her run that my way
She a model
She run me, runway, hey
Model
Made her run that my way

Aye, Jet2 Holiday
It's a bad bitch season
I wouldn't fuck your girl
If she the last bitch breathing
I got boujee dick
I like mine with a face card
Good-paying day job
Mama made her super dick
I got a sundress fetish
Fuck wrestling suits
Whole crew bad
Gotta arrest the group
Pretty girls love nigga with the motion
I'm tryna crack lil' baby
Buss it open
Oh my God

I might
Crack a bitch
Fuck her once
Coulda been a Simpson
How I hit and run
Crack a bitch
Fuck her once
Coulda been a Simpson
How I hit and run

Shaduer of the rap game
You can guess who my Deion
Yeah, you pushin' P
But your P stand for peon
Shoutout her uncle
I'm with his niece in her Nissan
That boom bap rap beat
I done rap beefed something

Be serious
Make her run fast
I get furious
I'm up all night in the stu
Till I'm delirious
The sickest nigga out
Doctor Sebi ain't curing it
A bunch of wins and money coming in
We been cheering it

Flying bitches out because
I don't trust the ones at home
Showed her how to fuck, then
Showed her how to leave me alone
You ain't shit
And I ain't shit
In a glass house throwing stones
In other words
Check yourself before you tell me where I'm wrong

She see I'm on Madden
Told me pull out that Magnum
What I do in six months
In five years you couldn't fathom
Tender 'bout his ball
On the court tryna travel
Layers to his bitch
And I made her unravel

Crack a bitch
Fuck her once
Coulda been a Simpson
I hit and run
Crack a bitch
Fuck her once
Coulda been a Simpson
I hit and run

Model
She run me, runway, hey
Model
Made her run that my way
She a model
She run me, runway, hey
Model
Made her run that my way

Last night
I got told I'm on E
But I gaslight
Gave her Tony Hawk D
Let her half-pipe
I think every bitch goin' if the bag right
I'm in love with the fast life

Swing
Swing, stay the fuck in your lane
I only came for the head like a bang
No nigga in my circle who don't know my real name
Get him out my section 'cause he is not gang

I'm a big factor
Aye, certified cheek clapper
Bottle girls recapper
If you wanna Cash App her
Fell asleep off the meat
She a meat napper
Nigga said he gon' kill me
Then that's a knee slapper
What?
Go crazy

All that crashing out for nothing
Road raging
If I wanted, I could hit the hoe daily
Should've put a lock on his lil' baby

Crack a bitch
Fuck her once
Coulda been a Simpson
I hit and run
Crack a bitch
Fuck her once
Coulda been a Simpson
I hit and run

Model
She run me, runway, hey
Model
Made her run at my way
She a model
She run me, runway, hey
Model
Made her run at my way