Track & Field

Listen honey
I been running cross country
And I fucc with hot girls
I don't need no playboy bunny
In the field I'm tryna eat
Know a young nigga hungry
No you cannot come with me
Unless we go get some money

And you know I charge a fee
When I pull up to the function
And you know my niggas geek
They gone pull up and they dumping
Nobody do nun for free
Pay em just to hit ya pumpkin
You prolly thought it was sweet
We from where this shit get ugly
Drinking hen
Don't drink no bubbly
Roll a wood don't roll no swisher
RIP to all my niggas
I wish God would take me witcha
Pouring up like sippie cup
Drinking juice straight out the pitcha
Anytime you switching up. Know the shootaz coming to get ya
They gone come and picc you up
After that you going missing
You probably thought we was kidding
Man I wish you woulda listened
We ain't gone be nowhere to be found
By the funeral
Come up. Then we dipping outta town
That's the usual
Lil momma be hanging out with rats
She a goofy though
She gone fucc him just cuz he got raccs
She a groupie hoe
Me I'm the studio
Blowing stupid smoke
With a Cuban hoe
She think ima front her on the pacc
She delusional
I came up and now I'm touching staccs
That's a movie though
Cuzzo in Atlanta with them birds
Call him Júlio
Me I'm up in Boston making serves
With a boujie hoe
I tell her that attitude absurd
But that booty doe
Type of lover don't fucc with no rubber
She a choosy hoe
Said she wasn't gone succ no dicc and that is where you lose me hoe
Rainy days gone always go better with umbrellas
But shawty slow a nigga up
So I had to tell her