Cross Tracks

You can't come back once you cross tracks
And tell that dumb ass hoe to fall back
You talkin' love I ain't never heard of that
That internet shit I ain't really into that
He tryna play QB I hit a sack
Bitch you ain't worth nothin but a trap
You know I'm riding with that big thing on my lap
I had to cut her off she getting too attached
Thought he got powder but I sold him similac
Don't get your ass fired up
Nigga stop with all that cap
You gambling with your life bitch I bet you gon' crap
Ay on that car he double back give him a flat
Ay we ain't playing with no nigga
That lil' dog shit go and get it bigger
Bump into him where that pole from them pictures
She's a pathetic broke bitch and I can't fix her
You gotta get up off your ass to get on your feet
That lil' P80 gone jam because it's hella' cheap
Just like the navy we got seals but it's codeine
Nigga we can't make a deal better bring all that cheese
He got on designer so he think he tough
Give him the whole 30 but that still ain't enough
They still gone have to dig his ass up
Hoodie on like a nun bitch and we masked up
You ain't got a pole you can't fend for yourself
Can't call on me or nobody else
I had to play the cards I was dealt
That bitch want to leave so I told her oh well
You can't come back once you cross tracks
And tell that dumb ass hoe to fall back
You talkin' love I ain't never heard of that
That internet shit I ain't really into that
He tryna play QB I hit a sack
Bitch you ain't worth nothin' but a trap
You know I'm riding with that big thing on my lap
I had to cut her off she getting too attached
Thought he got powder but I sold him similac
Don't get your ass fired up
Nigga stop with all that cap
You gambling with your life bitch I bet you gon' crap
Ay on that car he double back give him a flat



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Writer(s): Taveon Hart
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