Track Still

[Intro: King Von] Like motherfuckers tweak on me or tryna tweak with me And then folks be turnin' 'em to 'Woods and shit 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 fucking 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 niggas 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 fuck with 12, if I see 'em, bet he get whacked still Niggas lying raps, niggas cap, niggas not real (That nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas trapping, murder, bagging on the crack still Black Balenciaga 'cause you know I fuck with Track still (Track) All my niggas 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 fucking 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 niggas gon' be cap still (Let's get it) [Verse 2: DQ] I'm with my niggas (Uh-huh), we on business Hit yo' block, better not be slipping Think we drilling, bitch, we killing Big guns, extendos, missiles, send 'em Bitch, 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 niggas cap We don't bap, whack a pussy 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, fuck a MAC You need a feature, hit up Track I speed with Slutty, got them off us Fuck a drive-by, bitch, we walk up Shells touched him, got him balled up This my brother, go dig your dawg up Don't get one nigga, we want all of 'em Rolling Backwoods, fuck 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 fucking 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 niggas gon' be cap still (Let's get it)