Fw the Trackstar

Is it just our bodies? Are we both losing our minds
Is the only reason you're holding me tonight? Cause we're scared to be lonely
Do we need somebody? Just to feel like we're alright
Is the only reason you're holding me tonight? Cause we're scared to be lonely

Ayy, when she run, she's like a track star, ayy
Roll like a track star, ayy
The bitch gon' fly like a crack star, ayy
Bitch gon' throw her panties out, it's all black and a pastel, ayy

Late night show with the gang, ayy
Late night, mission with the gang, ayy
We gon' slide on them opps, ayy
I got from the back, ayy

Drop from the back, ayy
Bitch gon' drop from the back, ayy
She gon' throw them ass shots
All across this damn crib, ayy

She gon' throw them ass shots
All across that damn section, ayy
I'ma see your bitch and set you up, huh, huh
I'ma send my bitch to kill you, uh, uh, uh, uh

Why we far away from this lame nigga, ayy
Why you far away from the pastures, ayy
From the pastures and the keep to the side
And the drake and the pack on the bank

Late at night, smoking weed, smoking packs
Smoking op packs and fame packs, ayy
Why you trippin' bout that, ayy
Why you gangin' bout that, ayy

You want me to back it and reach it
I'm merely the chop of the bitch
And I reckon it's stickin' out
Backin' it, reachin

I got it, I'm reachin
I got it, I'm reachin
I got a big ol' straight, ayy
Big ol' Drake

Gon' hit everybody in the section, ayy
Got a big ol' six
Got a big ass
And I'm gon' diss for people, ayy

Ayy
She said she wanted to love a track star
So I told her, go ahead and fuck a track star, ayy
Track star love, ayy

Backstar love, ayy
Lame nigga, oh my God, ayy
Lame nigga in my DMs
Sayin' why I fuck his bitch, ayy

You know exactly why I fucked your bitch
Cause you know that she was lookin' at me, ayy
She was lookin' at me with a straight face
So she knew that she was gonna be horny, ayy

She was lookin' at me with a straight face
You know she was tryna get fucky, ayy
She wanted to fuck up the spot
So I said, hey, let's just go, ayy

We gon' make some money
Shopping, ayy
We gon' got in the bitch, ayy
Shopping in the backs of the racks, ayy

With a guy got a bitch and a cash star, ayy
Cash star, ayy
Ayy, pass star, ayy
Pass your slay, ayy

Pass your shit on that pop, ayy
Why get a rat
Why he hatin' on me, ayy
Why these lame niggas hatin' on me

I don't understand, ayy
They know I'm back in the back
They know I'm up
They know I'm next, ayy

Weans in that bag and a track star, ayy
With that bag and a cash star, ayy
She said she wanna fuck with the gang
So I said, she can fuck with the gang

She said she was tryna fuck the star
But she couldn't fuck the star, ayy
Track star, ayy
She wanna fuck a track star, ayy

Fuckin' a rap star, ayy
Rap star, ayy
Is it that time of day
Rap star, ayy

She wanted to fuck with a rap star, ayy
I'm a real man, I'm a real man
Track star, ayy
She wanted to fuck with the star, ayy

Holdin' me tonight
Cause we're scared to be lonely
Do you need somebody
Just to feel like we're alright

Is the only reason you're
Holdin' me tonight
Cause we're scared to be lonely
Preakess