Tracksuit

[Intro: Smokingskul]
What?

[Verse 1: Smokingskul]
All orange tracksuit like a mug
I got a Glock .40, not no sub'
I feel like Whitney in the tub
Wait, blood who that is cuz?
I’m in that tinted coupe, that's a must
Bitch, I'm trappin’ till dusk
Now these niggas tryna fuck with us
You want you a feat, that's two-fifty
Masked up, he don't know who hit 'em
That nigga dead, he gon' take his crew with 'em
I put three-five in the aluminum
All white tracksuit like I'm sick in the head
I'm sippin’ on purp’, I'm sick of the red
I’m in the mystery van like Daphne and Fred
They took my lingo, they ain't give me no cred'

[Verse 2: 1oneam]
Yuh, done talkin' if it ain’t bout bread
He steady talkin' but he stay on the nеt
Who is that nigga, I'm juggin him next (Yah)
I need the fees, I need the chеcks
I play yo' bitch, like I'm playin chess
We hit a lick, nigga, what's next?
These niggas be clones, I need my cred
I keep the stick like I'm playin' fetch
Oh that's yo' bitch? Then I'm gettin' her wet
I'm jus' tryna fuck, I don't want the neck
Foot on me cause' I'm in the leg
He talkin' down, we slide like a sled
He talkin' on gang, that lil nigga dead
He too close, put a rack on his head
Bitch I'm kudos, when I get me the bread

[Verse 3: Okaymar & Marrgielaa]
Yo' bitch tryna fuck, she wan' gimme the face
Hop out, shoot shit like it's FaZe
Told that bitch get the fuck out my face
I can tell that you broke through the grape
I can tell you a bitch how you raised
This Glock attached with a ray
I'm juggin' that boy all day
I'm in that bitch's guts like Grey's
I wanna be with some greats
She holding my dick, how it taste
Shoutout TDF, that's my ace
Shoutout TDF, that's my bro
I'ma go till the day I go
Goin' up, baby, watch me blow (Aye, you know what the fuck goin' on)
You saving, but some hoes

[Verse 4: Marrgielaa]
All white tracksuit, David Duke
Hop out the whip then I'm bout to shoot
Knock him, no you cannot reboot
I'm wit the gang, I don't take no crew
He talk about me, get shot in his head
I walk in this bitch lookin' Special Ed
If I see 12 then I run from feds
I took yo' chain, come and get it back
I am not Slim Jesus, I don't lack
Broke nigga, boy, you live in a shack
You is Lil Durk when it's time to get back
I'm sippin' on lean, I don't do the crack
Hop in the whip in the all white track
Blowin' up, nigga, jus like Iraq
Wanna eat, nigga, gimme the Mac
If I see 12, then you know I gotta run

[Verse 5: Smokingskul]
All white tracksuit like the Klux
Black and white tracksuit like a tux
This Glock out pizza the Hut
All green tracksuit like the Bucks
And I just got a Glock with extendos
Finna get rich and cop a Benzo
And I got Helmut Lang in the endzone
Fuck yo' bitch one time, get sent home (What, aye)
Walk in, I don't do no check in
No tutor, I ain't doin' no preppin'
Try to run up, he get hit with this FN
These niggas not slidin' for real, they ain't steppin'
Hop out, we gon' walk him down
This a tracksuit, not a cap and gown
Like a 3.5, we gon' pack him' down
She gon' blow my whistle like I'm out of bounds