Track Stars lyrics

[Intro]
(Kiing Ty made it)
Ayy (It's the gang)

[Chorus]
Beatin' up them n*ggas' blocks, show 'em what them shoulders do
Yeah, they ball me Slo-Be, but I'm quicker to my gun
n*ggas track stars, they don't fly, saw them n*ggas run
Ooh-wee, n*ggas ain't ready for combat
On a b*tch, leave my press, she bring it all back
n*gga, I need all trap
In the field for the cheese, it was a rat trap
sh*t, at least I kinda know
The truth, n*gga, you ain't the homie, bro (Stop playin', cuddy)

[Verse]
I'm just tryna play stupid, n*gga, this ain't a dummy show
Pop you with this twenty-one, why the f*ck think I'm finna show it?
Play brazy if you want, watch a n*gga blow it
Your b*tch come empty-handed, now you know she blew it
b*tch broke down, uh-uh, shouldn't be doin' no choosin'
Puttin' Heady in front of my name because we do thе shootings
n*gga, n*ggas steady losin'
Ayy, ayy, hell nah, I can't fall for it
n*ggas steady rap cappin' bеcause they life boring
Yeah, so keep watchin' us
Wanna play tag, n*gga? Come get your body touched
[Chorus]
Beatin' up them n*ggas' blocks, show 'em what them shoulders do
Yeah, they ball me Slo-Be, but I'm quicker to my gun
n*ggas track stars, they don't fly, saw them n*ggas run
Ooh-wee, n*ggas ain't ready for combat
On a b*tch, leave my press, she bring it all back
n*gga, I need all trap
In the field for the cheese, it was a rat trap
sh*t, at least I kinda know
The truth, n*gga, you ain't the homie, bro (Stop playin', cuddy)