Trackstar (feat. Lil Dre)

Track star bitch so you know I’m running

Track star bitch so you know I’m running

Track-track star bitch so you know I’m running fast

Got my foot up on the gas so you know we zooming past

Track-track star bitch so you know I’m running fast

Got my foot up on the gas so you know we zooming past

All the cops know they mad

And my girl shaking ass

In the club with a bag

Booty big not my back

Track star bitch so you know I’m running fast

Always doing the most cause you know I gotta bag

And no pressure bout no hoe

Ain’t no **** making me sad

Keep my name on the low

Cause you know the ops is mad

I might be little weird I might be a little slow

But you know what I’m gon do

Get on this mic and do a show

Don’t need no fucking pen

Just put me in the booth

Don’t need no fucking hand

Independent that’s the truth

Track star bitch so you know I’m running

Track star bitch so you know I’m running

Track-track star bitch so you know I’m running fast

Got my foot up on the gas so you know we zooming past

Track-track star bitch so you know I’m running fast

Got my foot up on the gas so you know we zooming past

All the cops know they mad

And my girl shaking ass

In the club with a bag

Booty big not my back

Not gonna lie this shit is lowkey lame

Doing this shit for the money fuck the name

Airhead bitch cause I'm high like a plane

Trendy hot bitch cause I hear my name

Not no nice talker bitch I cuss

I don't get L's bitch I get bucks

Outside this summer and Im not tryna cuff

Bad lil biddie yeah you know whats up

Ima grab this mic and I'm boutta sing

Ima beat hoe with these rockabitchknees

Ima get knife and cut that bitch like cheese

Ima make that **** get down on his knees

Ima make that bitch get down on her knees

Playing with lil dre yeah we goin overseas

I be getting money I dont know that how it be

Sitting in the cut with that motha fucking thing

Why you tell me that you love me bitch I aint seen

Sitting in my car only thing i smoke is green

We be in the cut we got that kotha fucking things

Playing with my sister leave him dead chromene

Hop outaide thw car leave him dead in his dreams

She be throwing ass cause she know just where I be

Silding in this hoe scooby doo up on the scene

What you tell me that you love bitch what you mean

Silding in this how trackstar up on the scene

Track star bitch so you know I’m running

Track star bitch so you know I’m running

Track-track star bitch so you know I’m running fast

Got my foot up on the gas so you know we zooming past

Track-track star bitch so you know I’m running fast

Got my foot up on the gas so you know we zooming past

All the cops know they mad

And my girl shaking ass

In the club with a bag

Booty big not my back