Track Meet
Kemet comin thru got you giggin on that bay shit
She want one night watch a young nigga bang shit
My name in ya mouth nigga you been on that gay shit
Ive been makin plays middle playstation
Cuzzo pulled up with the i8 speed racin
That bitch all white china white we on asian
8th of that white gummy what a nigga blazin
Whatever you niggas be smokin on smell like raisins
I just want the cash nigga fuck bein famous
Solo dolo with it i cant manage with no main chick
Been a long chapter im just waitin till the page switch
Blow me like a flute lil mama her mouth is dangerous
Aint no need to hide know you feel some type of way
Yeah ya boyfriend right there but he scared to come this way
Young kemie i been really gone with it i know niggas who got heatas
No problem to bake ya biscuit aint no witness,
Now watch them haters begin to start dissin
Im shootin it aint no missin no he aint been bullshittin get with it
Act like you got questions nigga aint no need to ask me
Got em runnin glock 17 clap like ass cheeks
Baby girl lookin real hard walkin past me
Bet you for a stack she gon get it real nasty
The chauffer drive slow while we get it in the backseat
NIgga blowin off like he runnin from the track meet
God damn we dont make it up
Said she want it baby aint no fuckin wakin up
Got that money watch a young nigga cake it up
She gon make it rain while these hoes really rake it up
Act like you got questions nigga aint no need to ask me
Got em runnin glock 17 clap like ass cheeks
Baby girl lookin real hard walkin past me
Bet you for a stack she gon get it real nasty
Act like you got questions nigga aint no need to ask me
Got em runnin glock 17 clap like ass cheeks
Baby girl lookin real hard walkin past me
Bet you for a stack she gon get it real nasty
Been chillin out i been coolin it aint no one around,
Got back in school so im busy tryna make mama proud
Got a few shows up and comin aint no stoppin now
You niggas wanna hate but no you can't get with the style
My PYT she want the D better calm it down
This money first fuck a second time comin round
Plan to make G's got plans to takin you overseas
But it aint happenin unless a nigga get this cheese
Agree with me, watch this cash grow up like a tree
Got big bags out the bank like a robbing spree
She can't believe it we doin it you aint gotta dream
She can't believe it we doin it you aint gotta dream
She want one night watch a young nigga bang shit
My name in ya mouth nigga you been on that gay shit
Ive been makin plays middle playstation
Cuzzo pulled up with the i8 speed racin
That bitch all white china white we on asian
8th of that white gummy what a nigga blazin
Whatever you niggas be smokin on smell like raisins
I just want the cash nigga fuck bein famous
Solo dolo with it i cant manage with no main chick
Been a long chapter im just waitin till the page switch
Blow me like a flute lil mama her mouth is dangerous
Aint no need to hide know you feel some type of way
Yeah ya boyfriend right there but he scared to come this way
Young kemie i been really gone with it i know niggas who got heatas
No problem to bake ya biscuit aint no witness,
Now watch them haters begin to start dissin
Im shootin it aint no missin no he aint been bullshittin get with it
Act like you got questions nigga aint no need to ask me
Got em runnin glock 17 clap like ass cheeks
Baby girl lookin real hard walkin past me
Bet you for a stack she gon get it real nasty
The chauffer drive slow while we get it in the backseat
NIgga blowin off like he runnin from the track meet
God damn we dont make it up
Said she want it baby aint no fuckin wakin up
Got that money watch a young nigga cake it up
She gon make it rain while these hoes really rake it up
Act like you got questions nigga aint no need to ask me
Got em runnin glock 17 clap like ass cheeks
Baby girl lookin real hard walkin past me
Bet you for a stack she gon get it real nasty
Act like you got questions nigga aint no need to ask me
Got em runnin glock 17 clap like ass cheeks
Baby girl lookin real hard walkin past me
Bet you for a stack she gon get it real nasty
Been chillin out i been coolin it aint no one around,
Got back in school so im busy tryna make mama proud
Got a few shows up and comin aint no stoppin now
You niggas wanna hate but no you can't get with the style
My PYT she want the D better calm it down
This money first fuck a second time comin round
Plan to make G's got plans to takin you overseas
But it aint happenin unless a nigga get this cheese
Agree with me, watch this cash grow up like a tree
Got big bags out the bank like a robbing spree
She can't believe it we doin it you aint gotta dream
She can't believe it we doin it you aint gotta dream
Credits
Writer(s): Kemit Lewiel
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