Jay Baby - Hit N Run (feat. WarBabyK)

I'm bout to crash out
I'm bout to spazz out
Yea
I'm bout to crash out
I'm bout to, I'm bout to
I'm bout to crash out
I'm bout to, I'm bout to
I'm bout to crash out
I'm bout to, I'm bout to
I'm bout to crash
I'm bout to crash out
I'm bout to crash out
I'm bout to, I'm bout to
I'm bout to crash out
I'm bout to crash out
When I'm on Es still hit the gas
Hope I don't crash
I'm on that diesel since he passed
I'm bout to spazz
I'm bout to crash out
Pour up a seal of lean now it feel like the ceiling leaning
I'm going different speeds might mess around and leave my ceiling
I went and fixed my teeth I told em I ain't need no feelings
She ain't gotta be from Memphis she gone glo and be my realest
Praying God don't tell the things that we did cause he my witness
Take the guard off, trynna ball and we did
My team like Clippers
We can't fall off with this shit, if we did there'd be no winters
We still winning, ain't no wintertime
My watch had died that's killing time, I'm still in time
She tell me my feelings dying, that's ill-advised, I'm feeling fine
All these niggas mini me's they minimized
I'm really Slime
No gender reveal found out I'm Him and they feel surprised…yea
Momma ain't know my gender, still she knew I wouldn't be no bitch
Back in the ville it was break then enter. They used to run in yo shit
I hit the gas, then I bend her fender. She trynna run when I hit
She trynna run when I hit, yea
I'm on a run wit these hits, yea
I got a drum on a stick
Wingstop, I got a drum when I dip, shit
Got honeycomb on the wrist
Ring Pop, hope you don't think imma lick, bitch
Still trynna run when I hit
Crash out, I'm on a run wit these hits
Cash cow I'm trynna run up these digits
Cash out, new Larry Dipps I ain't trippin
I'm bout to crash out
I'm bout to, I'm bout to
I'm bout to crash out
I'm bout to crash out
When I'm on Es still hit the gas
Hope I don't crash
I'm on that diesel since he passed
I'm bout to spazz
They make a diss we find a lo we on they ass
I keep a shooter for your shooter don't get bagged
And when my problems feeling hefty they get trashed
I been trynna search for better days up out this lifestyle
I keep running into different ways can't seem to pipe down
When I try and get my hopes up that shit get shot down
Watch how these streets gone show you no love until you locked down
Been conceited it ain't no trust that shit been locked out
I'm bout to crash out
I been reminiscing bout you got me mad now
Was accountable for my actions now I act out
The way you disappeared like magic
Can't tell you why my life been tragic
Or why all them people vanish, I been let down
Say it with your chest out
This that real WarBaby, Jay Baby in the flesh now
And they try and call me crazy I'm just special
I ain't trippin, being patient I ain't letting up nigga
Momma ain't know my gender, still she knew I wouldn't be no bitch
Back in the ville it was break then enter. They used to run in yo shit
I hit the gas, then I bend her fender. She trynna run when I hit
She trynna run when I hit, yea
I'm on a run wit these hits, yea

Written by:
JaMal Jackson, Knowledge Xavier

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