Track Meet

I run this shit
Like a track meet
Goin fast so I know they can't catch me

I like my girl bad and sassy
But she be boujee and classy

And she'll still smack a bitch
If I need her

She in the whip
And she ducked with the heater

Try it we in a two-seater
She finna shoot up ya beater

We put you up in a coma
Masked up like we was all ducking corona

My girl bad so she do what she wanna
Pull up in a tinted but I'm not the owner

I don't fuck with these niggas
Don't fuck with these bitches
So I guess you call me a loner

Smoking gas you can call me a stoner
It get spooky like we in October

I want a whip with
The butterfly doors

Bro keep a mop like
He cleanin the floors

Too many bitches we treat em like whores
I want the shit that they cannot afford

You askin for money
Like do you do chores?

Don't worry bout mine
Bitch just worry bout yours

I got the heater
So if a nigga gonna try me then I gotta turn em to S'mores

1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
Tell everybody come step w me

Z-A-Y
They already know I'm that guy
Got the recipe

Pussy bitch, you already know I gotta pole
So why you keep on testing me?

I feel like I gotta wait on my turn
Cause God is blessing me

Woah, Woah
Tell em to go hit the woah

Niggas be talking they don't even know
I don't lift a finger my niggas on go

Bro, Bro
I heard that they breaking the code

It don't even matter
Cause when the opps had pulled up on em
I heard that them niggas had froze

I treat her bag like a safe
I put the money inside of the pocket in case

No I will not do no dates
We gotta take this shit slow gotta go at my pace

No I ain't up in a race
I gotta keep on grinding
Until I'm in a wraith

I won't be up in the clouds
I'll be in space

Back on my bully now
I'm in the hoodie now

I am a legend
No I'm not a rookie now

Bitches ain't like me
They throwin the pussy now

Cause I drip like a King
And I flow like a God

It's an easy assist for me
Cause I know
That I gotta throw that bitch up like a lob

I just want everybody to go dumb
As soon as you hear that the beat finna drop

I run this shit
Like a track meet
Goin fast so I know they can't catch me

I like my girl bad and sassy
But she be boujee and classy

And she'll still smack a bitch
If I need her

She in the whip
And she ducked with the heater

Try it we in a two-seater
She finna shoot up ya beater

We put you up in a coma
Masked up like we was all ducking corona

My girl bad so she do what she wanna
Pull up in a tinted but I'm not the owner

I don't fuck with these niggas
Don't fuck with these bitches
So I guess you call me a loner

Smoking gas you can call me a stoner
it get spooky like we in October

1, 2, 3
1, 2,3

Tell everybody come step with me



Credits
Writer(s): Jose álvarez
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