TRACKY E

A'ight. Woo! I keep it clean, but I'm scatty. Hmm. Woo! If I ain't getting up to some Bullshit, then I'm probably rolling a fatty. I'm. Woo! Put more ink on my arms, Now my air feeling tatty. Inky. Woo! Man don't give a dash about dress Code, man will turn up in trackie. Man will turn move girls in my trackie. A'ight. Man move bills in my trackie. Man do well in a trackie. Woo. I don't wear ties and suits. When I go, just bury me in a trackie. Hoodie and bottoms all day, every day got me Feeling slappy. Got feeling slappy. Sweatshirt and joggers all day, every day got me Feeling snappy. A'ight. Right. I don't get jumpers if they ain't got the Trousers. Little blue ones go with this. Still got the USA tracksuit, like RIP Bazza. Long time. You got two shades of gray at Once, little man, you're an island. Yeah, I'm in a vintage Reebok joint, Yeah, I'm doing Robbie Fowler. Sweet. Jumped off and I hopped in the shower. Uh. Holler my man for the power. Line still ring by the hour. The hour. Trees and caps and powder. Saw me with that one, she was peng, but My new one peng and now that one's sour. Shit, then. Build up the Eiffel Tower. Fill up the rifle. No respect for the cowards. Zero. Put enemy boys in goal, make 'em do Tim Howard. One mega shots. A bake off with CeeLo's, I don't mean no Flowers. Corn. Woo! I keep it clean, but I'm scatty. Hmm. Woo! If I ain't getting up to some Bullshit, then I'm probably rolling a fatty. I'm. Woo! Put more ink on my arms, Now my air feeling tatty. Inky. Woo! Man don't give a dash about dress Code, man will turn up in trackie. Man will move girls in my trackie. A'ight. Man move bills in my trackie. Man do well in a trackie. Woo. I don't wear ties and suits. When I go, just bury me in a trackie. Hoodie and bottoms all day, every day got me Feeling slappy. Got me feeling slappy. Sweatshirt and joggers all day, every day got me Feeling snappy. Bros got mash on rebirth. Drill it. Them boy cold, but me first. I'm Summertime I do low socks. The ones. Matching shorts and a T-shirt. Trust me. Trucker cap say trilling. And red stripes 'cause that's how we living. Drillers. Niggas tryina call me for a bringing. Uh-huh. Straight cash, you better come with your Shilling. Better come with your dasheen. Woo! This is just my tracksuit diaries. My one. I had a job once, turned up Late and the boss man fired me. Yeah. Now I hear my songs on the radio Like every time I'm in traffic. All my girls go to the club and they Hear my new tracks and they snap it. I love it, I love it. I've been up three days, bare caffeine. Uh. Puma sweatpants with the machine, I don't give a toss or a dasheen. Don't feel Skrrt! Pull up, hop out, crash in. Crash, crash, crash, crash in. I'm the boy king, I used to be a Prince like Naseem. Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo. I keep it clean, but I'm scatty. Hmm. Woo! If I ain't getting up to some Bullshit, then I'm probably rolling a fatty. I'm. Woo! Put more ink on my arms, Now my air feeling tatty. Inky. Woo! Man don't give a dash about dress Code, man will turn up in trackie. Man will Man move girls in my trackie. A'ight. Man move bills in my trackie. Man do well in a trackie. Woo. I don't wear ties and suits. When I go, just bury me in trackie. Hoodie and bottoms all day, every day got me Feeling slappy. Sweatshirt and joggers all day, every day got me Feeling snappy.