Tracksuit lyrics

[Intro: Smokingskul]
What?

[Verse 1: Smokingskul]
All orange tracksuit like a mug
I got a Glock .40, not no sub'
I feel like Whitney in the tub
Wait, blood who that is cuz?
I’m in that tinted coupe, that's a must
b*tch, I'm trappin’ till dusk
Now these n*ggas tryna f*ck with us
You want you a feat, that's two-fifty
Masked up, he don't know who hit 'em
That n*gga dead, he gon' take his crew with 'em
I put three-five in the aluminum
All white tracksuit like I'm sick in the head
I'm sippin’ on purp’, I'm sick of the red
I’m in the mystery van like Daphne and Fred
They took my lingo, they ain't give me no cred'

[Verse 2: 1oneam]
Yuh, done talkin' if it ain’t bout bread
He steady talkin' but he stay on the nеt
Who is that n*gga, I'm juggin him next (Yah)
I need the fees, I need the chеcks
I play yo' b*tch, like I'm playin chess
We hit a lick, n*gga, what's next?
These n*ggas be clones, I need my cred
I keep the stick like I'm playin' fetch
Oh that's yo' b*tch? Then I'm gettin' her wet
I'm jus' tryna f*ck, I don't want the neck
Foot on me cause' I'm in the leg
He talkin' down, we slide like a sled
He talkin' on gang, that lil n*gga dead
He too close, put a rack on his head
b*tch I'm kudos, when I get me the bread
[Verse 3: Okaymar & Marrgielaa]
Yo' b*tch tryna f*ck, she wan' gimme the face
Hop out, shoot sh*t like it's FaZe
Told that b*tch get the f*ck out my face
I can tell that you broke through the grape
I can tell you a b*tch how you raised
This Glock attached with a ray
I'm juggin' that boy all day
I'm in that b*tch's guts like Grey's
I wanna be with some greats
She holding my di*k, how it taste
Shoutout TDF, that's my ace
Shoutout TDF, that's my bro
I'ma glo' till the day I go
Goin' up, baby, watch me glow (Aye, you know what the f*ck goin' on)
You saving, but some hoes

[Verse 4: Marrgielaa]
All white tracksuit, David Duke
Hop out the whip then I'm bout to shoot
Knock him, no you cannot reboot
I'm wit the gang, I don't take no crew
He talk about me, get shot in his head
I walk in this b*tch lookin' Special Ed
If I see 12 then I run from feds
I took yo' chain, come and get it back, b*tch
I am not Slim Jesus, I don't lack
Broke n*gga, boy, you live in a shack
You is Lil Durk when it's time to get back
I'm sippin' on lean, I don't do the crack
Hop in the whip in the all white track
Blowin' up, n*gga, jus like Iraq
Wanna eat, n*gga, gimme the Mac
If I see 12, then you know I gotta run a lap, runnin'
[Verse 5: Smokingskul]
All white tracksuit like the Klux (Yeahhh)
Black and white tracksuit like a tux (Taahhhhhh, what?)
This Glock out pizza the Hut (What? Damn!)
All green tracksuit like the Bucks (What you say? YEAHH)
And I just got a Glock with extendos
Finna get rich and cop a Benzo
And I got Helmut Lang in the endzone
f*ck yo' b*tch one time, get sent home (What, aye)
Walk in, I don't do no check in
No tutor, I ain't doin' no preppin'
Try to run up, he get hit with this FN
These n*ggas not slidin' for real, they ain't steppin'
Hop out, we gon' walk him down
This a tracksuit, not a cap and gown
Like a 3.5, we gon' pack him' down
She gon' blow my whistle like I'm out of bounds