Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hit And Run , by - Dumbfoundead. Release date: 09.11.2016
Song language: English
Hit And Run |
| Hair blue, Sailor Moon |
| I pass the J like an heirloom |
| She anime, she hentai |
| My tentacles on her bare womb |
| Rejects out of art school |
| The seat’s wet that’s a carpool |
| Ran through the reds like Marlboros |
| Met a bitch, got me hard like gargoyles |
| Hunted mouse running through the avenues |
| Crazy like a motherfucking animal |
| Dashboard crashing up an adderall |
| Ran through the 3−6 catalogue |
| Swoop another jones, knocking over cones |
| Flipping off the pigs, fuck em, don’t trust em |
| Knocking over drugs, gotta text the plug |
| Kicking out the bitch, bust it or bus it |
| They always think we up to something |
| Most likely 'cause we up to something |
| I’m out here living my life |
| Staying out of mind out of sight |
| But they try to fuck my right of way |
| Running red lights on a suicide mission |
| I swear the universe is on my side |
| If it ain’t bitches up in this hop out of my ride |
| Pull up on the devil and look in his eyes |
| I been down this road |
| Road head from a Lohan |
| Got us geeked up, white girl, got us up with the birds |
| Love from the 'burbs, Xans in the purse |
| Using every bit of trust fund from my parents |
| Fuck what you heard, my dick on Yelp |
| Got 5 stars and it’s own championship belt |
| Been getting pussy since the bottom of the bill |
| Got a pretty little thing in my automobile |
| God take control of the wheel |
| Starting to feel all the pills, I need to chill |
| Feel like a new hundred bill |
| Roll it up into a straw |
| Who tryna' chill |
| I keep my cash in an urn |
| Cause I got money to burn, y’all need to learn |
| They call me dummy, come take something from me |
| Put enemy’s heads on the curbs |
| They always think we up to something |
| Most likely 'cause we up to something |
| I’m out here living my life |
| Staying out of mind out of sight |
| But they try to fuck my right of way |
| Running red lights on a suicide mission |
| I swear the universe is on my side |
| If it ain’t bitches up in this hop out of my ride |
| Pull up on the devil and look in his eyes |
| I been down this road |
| My ex got my name on her tramp stamp area |
| Make a new man sick like some bad bacterias |
| Beating on the table in the damn cafeteria |
| 20 years later I’m a world class nigga |
| Going far like a nigga in a stolen car with a full tank |
| Full rank, no regards |
| To your motherfucking feelings are a stoplight |
| Black lives never mattered fucking cops right? |
| (Right?) |
| Hit and run like a uninsured immigrant |
| Not sure if that’s dumb or that’s ignorant |
| Not sure if I’m numb or ambivalent |
| Done where I thought my insurance is |
| I smell like pussy and whiskey and cigarettes |
| It’s a hit and run, baby no girlfriend experience |
| They always think we up to something |
| Most likely 'cause we up to something |
| I’m out here living my life |
| Staying out of mind out of sight |
| But they try to fuck my right of way |
| Running red lights on a suicide mission |
| I swear the universe is on my side |
| If it ain’t bitches up in this hop out of my ride |
| Pull up on the devil and look in his eyes |
| I been down this road |
| Hit (hit), run |