Hit And Run - Dumbfoundead, Nocando

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