Track Meet
Run that bag up like a track meet
Yeah, I dare a pussy nigga try to tax me
I run up in the spot and I air it out
Always in her feelings asking why she cry a lot
Imma big dog bitch come and sucka big dick
I don't play with bitches kids you gone get your wig split
Push up on your baby momma yeah I'm glad I did that shit
Push up on you kick the door in yeah I'm glad I hit that lick
Big racks big racks nigga no piggyback
Got big dogs barking up your Goddamn tree
Nigga on tall like G. O. D
Nigga say his prayers like G. O. D
I ain't with that he he shit. Imma laugh at him nigga gone hit
All my niggas gone hit
Imma laugh in his face then spit
Fuck nigga ain't he gang
Nigga be playing he don't got no stains
Nigga gone run with that bang
Nigga gone come with that banger
Run that bag up like a track meet
Yeah, I dare a pussy nigga try to tax me
I run up in the spot and I air it out
Always in her feelings asking why she cry a lot
Imma big dog bitch come and sucka big dick
I don't play with bitches kids you gone get your wig split
Push up on your baby momma yeah I'm glad I did that shit
Push up on you kick the door in yeah I'm glad I hit that lick
Yeah I'm glad I did that shit
Fuck a nigga bitch one zero thirty six kick your door and grab your shit
I ain't with the ru ra hit him with the two shot
Kick down your door yeah I'm looking for a new glock
Niggas out here beefing about a bitch get your crew show
Pop from the east to the west like Tupac
Twelve push up put the dope in my two socks
Three fifty seven buss a fuck nigga face out
Niggas trying to hang like a motherfucking dread lock
Gave her pink molly made her motherfucking jaw lock
Fuck a Draco got a Killtec for stop
Blow your whole hood up you gone need Roblox
Before fourteen uncle told how the dope lock
You with that bitch talking shit get yall both shot
Run that bag up like a track meet
Yeah, I dare a pussy nigga try to tax me
I run up in the spot and I air it out
Always in her feelings asking why she cry a lot
Imma big dog bitch come and sucka big dick
I don't play with bitches kids you gone get your wig split
Push up on your baby momma yeah I'm glad I did that shit
Push up on you kick the door in yeah I'm glad I hit that lick
Yeah, I dare a pussy nigga try to tax me
I run up in the spot and I air it out
Always in her feelings asking why she cry a lot
Imma big dog bitch come and sucka big dick
I don't play with bitches kids you gone get your wig split
Push up on your baby momma yeah I'm glad I did that shit
Push up on you kick the door in yeah I'm glad I hit that lick
Big racks big racks nigga no piggyback
Got big dogs barking up your Goddamn tree
Nigga on tall like G. O. D
Nigga say his prayers like G. O. D
I ain't with that he he shit. Imma laugh at him nigga gone hit
All my niggas gone hit
Imma laugh in his face then spit
Fuck nigga ain't he gang
Nigga be playing he don't got no stains
Nigga gone run with that bang
Nigga gone come with that banger
Run that bag up like a track meet
Yeah, I dare a pussy nigga try to tax me
I run up in the spot and I air it out
Always in her feelings asking why she cry a lot
Imma big dog bitch come and sucka big dick
I don't play with bitches kids you gone get your wig split
Push up on your baby momma yeah I'm glad I did that shit
Push up on you kick the door in yeah I'm glad I hit that lick
Yeah I'm glad I did that shit
Fuck a nigga bitch one zero thirty six kick your door and grab your shit
I ain't with the ru ra hit him with the two shot
Kick down your door yeah I'm looking for a new glock
Niggas out here beefing about a bitch get your crew show
Pop from the east to the west like Tupac
Twelve push up put the dope in my two socks
Three fifty seven buss a fuck nigga face out
Niggas trying to hang like a motherfucking dread lock
Gave her pink molly made her motherfucking jaw lock
Fuck a Draco got a Killtec for stop
Blow your whole hood up you gone need Roblox
Before fourteen uncle told how the dope lock
You with that bitch talking shit get yall both shot
Run that bag up like a track meet
Yeah, I dare a pussy nigga try to tax me
I run up in the spot and I air it out
Always in her feelings asking why she cry a lot
Imma big dog bitch come and sucka big dick
I don't play with bitches kids you gone get your wig split
Push up on your baby momma yeah I'm glad I did that shit
Push up on you kick the door in yeah I'm glad I hit that lick
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Writer(s): Jerry Strong
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