6a6y4 - Trackstar (feat. Babii lon & Liljay) Lyrics

Tell em come back to they block they put the feds on our shit
Get the drop me and Kay finna exterminate they crib
I ain't really with the cappin I be rapping what I live
Off the top give me head I ain't really tryna give
You niggas trackstars stop faking for the net
Hanging out the striker with a chopper tryna hit his neck
Catch a tik tok nigga get his bitch ass wacked
Boy on some mummy shit
I can get yo btc ass wrapped
Better go right with 54 or get yo bitch ass left
Ion cap allot ion listen to no polo g
When niggas make me mad im tryna put some on a polo tee
Niggas be broke in irl niggas ain't seen what I see
Go ot hit the a come back wit a roll on me
Have a bitch get him drunk cause I'm knowing
That he sweet
I'm the type to pop up at yo shit when you sleep
Oh he saying f*ck us?
He better say it when we meet
I don't fear no nigga who bleed the same as me
Soons you think we finna bang liljay knock you off
Yo feet
What my nigga petty say I'm in the back wit arp
556s Melatonin it ah put some shit to sleep
Lil Jas tried to run & got hit up in her knee
Treat her ass like a baby i'ma rock her ass to sleep
Free them real fukking tweakers they Kant wait
To get a bond
We the ones headtapping shit go & ask laron
23 Shots koming out the glock like lebron
Been hoeing lil niggas im gone treat em like my son
I'm finna teach shit like my teacher
If yo bitch sucked the whole gang dick that bitch ah eater
Niggas out here kuffing bops stg that we gon leave em
Bitchs always on are dikk you can tell we the ones
Turn it up
Niggas speaking on lil bro stg we burn it up
They keep on asking bout are kamp like damn
Who turnt as us
We the ones in the party
Btc you ain't heard chase down gang that shi retarted
Get to bussing at the opps they bet not run from us
They keep on asking bout our kamp like what they done to us
Run up in a nigga spot like give me everything you got
All my niggas having motion got mo money than yo pops
I just do ts for fun don't really like getting drops
& spinning opps blocks
Thinking shit sweet you tryna fight you getting yo ass popped
54 We putting belt ta ass we beating niggas ass like we they pops
Sending death threats to the gram like you a killer boy you not
Why the f*ck is you playing with that gun & ain't gone shoot it
Dont claim us ass yo opps if you be running like a trackstar
My nigga 4 ah tweak but he might jus be a rapstar
Dem niggas really bitchs ona gram they jus act hard
See a opp & get to hooping like we in the backyard