Dblaxkk - Can't Hide (feat. Paulo Rarri) Lyrics

Check the clock we're running out of time
You can run but you cannot hide
Check the clock we're running out of time
You can run but you cannot hide (we'll find ya)

As a jit all we played was how to go get it (No kizzy), I done growed up now all I know is how to go get it (Them racks)
Rod wave I went from rags to riches
Gucci belt hold up my britches, All my opps some f*ckin bitches, All these glocks came with extensions, All these glocks came with them switches
Kill that nigga if he snitchin, snitches end up in ditches with other bitches they go missin (Amber alert)
Breaking news this just in I got a AR ain't get a FN
Bad bitch believe in Jesus f*cked her in Christian loubs (She nasty)
Pussy so wet a Nigga don't need no lube and these bitches like the way I sound don't need no autotune (hell no)
When I link with yo bitch ha ass out remind me of a baboon
I just slutted this lil bitch out I like the smell of her perfume, Now she blowing me up she textin me sayin Blaxkk I wanna see you soon
What the f*ck I look like wifing a bitch ion do the honeymoons and these niggas watching everything I do like ima cartoon
When I cop that Red Sport 400 Q60 might get it tuned and I'm feeling just like future nigga ima young tycoon
You can call me plies when I'm in the lex im with the goons and I feel like uzi I got too much sauce Nigga I drip ragu
I pour the Wok in Mountain Dew
I got a pocket full of blues and I'll never leave a clue
I got this paint all on my shoe, I ball like Jordan with them flu
I'm gettin money like a Jew, My boy you gotta see it through
Get in the stu, cook up like stew
His gun go (pew pew pew pew pew), My shit sound like

Check the clock (check it, check it, go check it)
We're running out of time (can't hide, can't hide we'll find ya)
Check the clock (check it, check it, go check it)
We're running out of time (can't hide, can't hide we'll find ya)

Go!
We get the drop on the opps, drop on the drugs I send my niggas go check it
I'm in a fast car smokin runts and sippin lean I might just wreck
Nigga you'll never catch me slipping I bought me a stick before I bought me a necklace (I did)
I'm with a bad ass bitch when we get to the room I bet she gone get naked
I'm like ouuuu this bitch a freak she got her ass out (DAMN)
She for him, she for me that's probably what he mad bout
Lame ass niggas act like fans call em mascots
You can try to hide but when we find you, you gone crash out (You gone crash out dumb ass nigga)

Check the clock we're running out of time
You can run but you cannot hide (we'll find ya) Check the clock we're running out of time
You can run but you cannot hide (we'll find ya)