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)