hit and run

hit and run tool on..i come tongue like a gun i can spit and some call itt hit nd run hit u like a drum leave u looking dumb im cooking sum ... put in ya lung murder pan is where im from ill air u I'll dare u tool on me ill repair u any where strip u bare r.i.p say a prayer bitch im rare i keep a pair gun need a spare the heaters here.. you'll catch these bullets pull it like a wide receivers there my speakers blare squeeze and swear you'll get knocked centimeters liters I'll hit ya weave or hair and leave it there 100 degrees like i got a fever hit ya femur u shook like a seizure wrist look like it was put in the freezer tool on me i could fix a steamer ready 2 catch a misdemeanor my shit is cleaner ima demon bitch a eater ima creature ready 2 shit a feature yur counterfeit yur targets hit every artist bit i could probably shit my shotty spit get your body hit my style u can try but i promise you can't copy it we're opposite my charges stick I'm confident da lead put your head in a different continent I'm prominent I'm dominant all you niggas fraudulent listen... I'm spitting written i be in the kitchen cooking crack like rotisserie chicken my artillery hidden i keep that white girl shit...like hilary clinton idk wtf u niggas be thinking i don't need 2 cents i don't need Abraham Lincoln i need Benji's not talking 20s or pennies I'm talking 10 gs semi's shoot until it emptys like sentries fax no secretary im stretching every last bitch leave em in a cemetery yur temporary your secondary i press it heavy its necessary I'm flexing every beat .. da heat cold like February