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)