Track Meet

[Intro]
Slide in a brand new two-door coupe
No, I can't fuck with you
Keep that tooly on me, I can't trust my homies
Keep that tooly on me, I can't trust my homies (TheLocalTrash)
TheLocalTrash!

[Chorus]
Slide in a brand new two-door coupe
Wonder why I can't fuck with you?
I don't even want no friends no more
I'm just tryna stack this guap to the moon
My possessions got finer, been draped down in designer
I just wanna get these racks, gonna flip these packs and that's on my momma
Walk in that bitch with no stylist
Getting older but a youngin' been wildin'
Used to ride buckets, high mileage
Now I walk in the bank and I'm smilin'
Track meet to the money, I'm tryna get me an early retirement
Ain't shit sweet, ain't funny, I was just servin' up dope in the Masi

[Bridge]
Keep that tooly on me, I can't trust my homies
Them boys turned to dope fiends, whole time I've been holy
Keep that tooly on me, I can't trust my homies
Them boys turned to police, whole time I've been holy

[Chorus]
Slide in a brand new two-door coupe
Wonder why I can't fuck with you?
I don't even want no friends no more
I'm just tryna stack this guap to the moon
My possessions got finer, been draped down in designer
I just wanna get these racks, gonna flip these packs and that's on my momma
Walk in that bitch with no stylist
Getting older but a youngin' been wildin'
Used to ride buckets, high mileage
Now I walk in the bank and I'm smilin'
Track meet to the money, I'm tryna get me an early retirement
Ain't shit sweet, ain't funny, I was just servin' up dope in the Masi