Hit & Run (feat. Chief Keef, Saba & internetboy)

Got a baddie, it's a thot, a tick for the tock

Just my kick, it's a block

Like I'm jamming on my block

I know you need a charger, 'cause your phone on two

My best friend throwin' me a party (party)

I hope the shit go dumb (dumb)

My ex got a new ****, yeah

I hope the bitch don't come (come, come, come)

I saw the moon last night (ooh)

I thought that it was love (love)

When I woke up, she was gone, uh

It felt like a hit-and-run, hit-and-run

Alabama, Louisiana, please excuse my country grammar

But it really do not matter, I don't got no fuckin' manners

Want a boy like Adam Sandler, drink that shit like it's a Fanta

Bakin' soda, I'm in Hammer, whip it, love my grandma

In a shell like Indiana, throw it like I'm Peyton Manning

Any time I'm in Atlanta, gotta hit up all my dancers

Popo barkin', run with hammers, tryna throw me in the slammer

Don't just show up with a camera, 'cause it kill, persist that Canon

It's that new Star Spangled Banger

This that new national anthem

You ain't even gotta stand up

But, baby put your fuckin' hands up

Put them bands up, baby, put them bands up, baby (okay)

Put them bands up, baby, put them bands up, baby (okay)

Put them bands up, baby, put them bands up, baby (okay)

Put them bands up, baby, put them bands up, baby (okay)

She hold my bag, it's a lie, got some things I can't drop

That's my baby, just my vibe, yeah, this song, got surprised

Yeah, I know you goin' through it, 'cause I see right through

I know you need a charger, 'cause your phone on two

My best friend throwin' me a party (party)

I hope the shit go dumb (dumb)

My ex got a new ****, yeah

I hope the bitch don't come (come, come, come)

I saw the moon last night (ooh)

I thought that it was love (love)

When I woke up, she was gone, uh

It felt like a hit and run, hit and run

I seen her leave an insurance card, but nothin' for me to call, shit

I thought I had game, boy, she would rather leave her exes on the leaderboard

It's an evil world, I was thinkin' we was gonna leave tomorrow

Nyom, nyom, no one really be in the party

I don't even gotta with a DM shawty, I'm tryna play machines, Atari

Said she bossed up like her baddie with her baby, all that shit fugazi

Started duckin', wasn't for the takin', then she confiscated

Said I'm tryna go to Bora Bora with somebody daughter

They ain't getting chips, like the vendin' machine is out of order

So you gotta shake it, baby, in the spot, I say we gotta shake it

I ain't got no kids, but I'm on **** that look like Claymation

Backroad, hit me with the Curry assist, girls doing the dirtiest shit

Party of six, turnin' heads turnin' yo' tints

Hot, too close, probably burning your face

Got a baddie, it's a thot, a tick for the tock

Just my kick, it's a-

Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long

Feet swollen, runnin'

Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long

I got 30 bitches callin' my two phones

Keef ain't fuckin' with you, what you do wrong

Bitch, bag your shit, and move on

Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long

Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long

I got bitches callin' my two phones