Track & Field

I'm off the molly, I been tweaking for a week in the party
She on my body, told her "chill", 'cause I can't think when I'm rollin'
Baby horny, I'm tryna see what she sees in me
Honestly, I don't see it but what you tryna do, I'll be there tomorrow
Baby, my platinum cookie queen, she smoking pressure platinum diesel
Ketamine and ecstasy baby, got everything you need
And if you need an 8th of crack I got connects to it out in fremont
All these bitches on the blade coked out like Vietnam Marines
I can't unsee the things I seen that your bitch did to me this weekend
Baby fighting coke psychosis, lost and turned into a demon
She still woke up and made it flip like asahina track and field
Told her "I'll take you to the stars if you just make it through the evening"
Super Smash Bros, Mr. Game and Watch, babygirl take it off me
Make it pivot on my penis like she creamer in my coffee
Chocolate latte peanut brittle make it break and melt all on me
Make it curdle off the backboard like a cheeseboard with salami



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Writer(s): Jackson F Laforce, Orion S Ohana
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