Track Still lyrics

[Intro: King Von]
Like motherf*ckers tweak on me or tryna tweak with me
And then folks be turnin' 'em to 'Woods and sh*t
Folks can get in they ass
(100K, remain solid)
(Chase the money, chase the money)

[Chorus: Boss Top]
I be chasing guap, you be rolling off the X pills (No bap)
I be f*cking thots, you be tryna give 'em neck still (Get dropped)
Foenem blowing Glocks, they put switches on the back still
Popping out the Cadillac, just to show you how this MAC feel
I ain't talking Balenciagas when I say we rock with Track still (Huh?)
Wide body 'Cat, smoke coming from the back wheel (Ayy)
I ain't talking 'bout drinkin' no lean whеn I say you need your cap peeled
I'ma chase the monеy, all these n*ggas gon' be cap still (Let's get it)

[Verse 1: Muwop]
I'ma chase him down, hit his head, make his back peel (Come here)
I don't f*ck with 12, if I see 'em, bet he get whacked still
n*ggas lying raps, n*ggas cap, n*ggas not real (That n*gga cap)
If the feds knock, that's the crack and the X pill (What)
I'ma make a ten off a drill or a rap deal
If that n*gga squeal, he get killed, then that cap peeled
Glizzy still smoking but that smoke is from the back wheel
Glizzy still smoking but that smoke is from the back wheel
All my n*ggas trapping, murder, bagging on the crack still
Black Balenciaga 'cause you know I f*ck with Track still (Track)
All my n*ggas trapping, murder, bagging on the crack still
Black 'Cat, big bag, Forgiato, black wheels
[Chorus: Boss Top]
I be chasing guap, you be rolling off the X pills (No bap)
I be f*cking thots, you be tryna give 'em neck still (Get dropped)
Foenem blowing Glocks, they put switches on the back still
Popping out the Cadillac, just to show you how this MAC feel
I ain't talking Balenciagas when I say we rock with Track still (Huh?)
Wide body 'Cat, smoke coming from the back wheel (Ayy)
I ain't talking 'bout drinkin' no lean when I say you need your cap peeled
I'ma chase the money, all these n*ggas gon' be cap still (Let's get it)

[Verse 2: DQ]
I'm with my n*ggas (Uh-huh), we on business
Hit yo' block, better not be slipping
Think we drilling, b*tch, we killing
Big guns, extendos, missiles, send 'em
b*tch, we gon' get him, bullets ripped his mental
We complete that mission
Got a fifties, pistols, you know how we get it
Now back to all these n*ggas cap
We don't bap, whack a pus*y off the map
Guns just clap, we spin back, just to get up on the stats
Hollows hit you, you can't react
Got your brains all in your lap
Keep a Glizzy, f*ck a MAC
You need a feature, hit up Track
I speed with sl*tty, got them off us
f*ck a drive-by, b*tch, we walk up
Shells touched him, got him balled up
This my brother, go dig your dawg up
Don't get one n*gga, we want all of 'em
Rolling Backwoods, f*ck a Raw blunt
Do not approach me, a lil' taller
Get back coming, they won't call 'em
[Chorus: Boss Top]
I be chasing guap, you be rolling off the X pills (No bap)
I be f*cking thots, you be tryna give 'em neck still (Get dropped)
Foenem blowing Glocks, they put switches on the back still
Popping out the Cadillac, just to show you how this MAC feel
I ain't talking Balenciagas when I say we rock with Track still (Huh?)
Wide body 'Cat, smoke coming from the back wheel (Ayy)
I ain't talking 'bout drinkin' no lean when I say you need your cap peeled
I'ma chase the money, all these n*ggas gon' be cap still (Let's get it)