Hit and Run Lyrics by Ray Vaughn (feat. AZ Chike)
Yeah, yeah
*** a ***
*** her once
Coulda been a Simpson how I hit and run
Don’t bring that *** 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 *** season
I wouldn’t *** your girl
If she the last *** breathing
I got boujee ***
I like mine with a face card
Good-paying day job
Mama made her super ***
I got a sundress ***
*** wrestling suits
Whole crew bad
Gotta arrest the group
Pretty girls love *** with the motion
I’m tryna *** lil’ baby
Buss it open
Oh my God
I might
*** a ***
*** her once
Coulda been a Simpson
How I hit and run
*** a ***
*** 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 *** out
Doctor Sebi ain’t curing it
A bunch of wins and money coming in
We been cheering it
Flying *** out because
I don’t trust the ones at home
Showed her how to ***, then
Showed her how to leave me alone
You ain’t ***
And I ain’t ***
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 ***
And I made her unravel
*** a ***
*** her once
Coulda been a Simpson
I hit and run
*** a ***
*** 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 *** goin’ if the bag right
I’m in love with the fast life
Swing
Swing, stay the *** in your lane
I only came for the head like a bang
No *** 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
*** said he gon’ *** 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 *** daily
Should’ve put a lock on his lil’ baby
*** a ***
*** her once
Coulda been a Simpson
I hit and run
*** a ***
*** 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
