Hit & Run - Nadi

You spared the moment in the getaway, getaway

I shout to shoot but you did it your own way

Slipshod shelling there’s a bullet in your leg

Looking back I’m glad it wasn’t your head

What were we thinking should have stuck to the plan

But you went off the beam and dropped the gun in your hand and

Here I am running for my life I’m out of ammo

Bullets are passing me and I don’t hear you anymore

I got the money but I’m gonna need to drop it Still got the diamonds though

I ain’t giving up yet

Still pulled the grill from the getaway, getaway

A hit and run but I’ll be under my weight

Road rage your ass and I’ll be off on my way

A hit and miss I can’t afford for me to wait

Count my goings from the massacre raid

A mil in diamonds and I’m nil in the game

A hundred tens and fives are stuck in my shoe

Three-hundred hundreds in the bag I threw to you

Pull in the driveway and divide up the dough

Half in the bank and the rest is to blow

No time for cold feet time to cash in our spit

We’ll burn the house down and then we’ll split oh It’s time for Vegas time to have us some fun

Whatever happens there it won’t follow us home

I’ll get a limo and we can raise the rooftop

Spend all our cash before we send out the cops oh Still pulled the grill from the getaway, getaway

A hit and run but I’ll be under my weight

Road rage your ass and I’ll be off on my way

A hit and miss I can’t afford for me to wait

It would have been nice had I given it away

Stuck it in some pipes for someone lucky some day

But oh I’d hate to think that all my efforts and pain

Could have been put down somebody’s drain

A hit and run it’s nonchalant at my best

I’m like a blasé esquire set square to burn up the rest

And it’s, it’s what we do it’s where we get all our dough

And baby we ain’t been caught so we gon' do it some more

Let’s go Still pulled the grill from the getaway, getaway

A hit and run but I’ll be under my weight

Road rage your ass and I’ll be off on my way

A hit and miss I can’t afford for me to wait