Track Star E

I think that boy's better run forest, Run forest, run. Okay. Girl, you run. Damn, son, where'd you find this? I think that boy's track star, yeah, can run Fast. Move like a NASCAR, don't think he got Legs. I'm tryna break the backboard, Might leave a brain dead. I'm running out the back door, I know her Man mad. Might catch you at the corner store, Might leave your ass dead. Run like Flash, hope he fly like Superman. He tryna get away, tryna get up out the Jam. Real trap shit. Girl, can't do dash, yeah, see how fast he Can. I think that boy's a track star, Yeah, run fast. I think that boy's a track star, yeah, He can run fast. I think that boy's a track star, yeah, he Can run fast. I think that boy's a track star, yeah, He can run fast. First come, first, I had to roll another blunt. Speedy Gonzales had a bad day at lunch. Once was a baller, now an ordinary chump. Made a couple dollar bills, now he feeling bossed Up. Shit went all bad, now his guns all Rust. Got me tripping over clouds, Went from Swishers to a Dutch. Run track star, you got a movie coming up. Just need a couple extra clips that leave your Ass starstruck. Come through, paid in full, what's your trust? You got us. Slipping on the club, don't you be no brag Bust. I see you tryna run, hope you better Not break a leg. Oops, there it is, Boy, you shoulda brought a friend. I think that boy's a track star, yeah, he Can run fast. Move like a NASCAR, don't think he got legs. I'm tryna break the backboard, might leave a brain Dead. I'm running out the back door, I know her man mad. Might catch you at the corner store, might leave Your ass dead. Run like Flash, hope he fly like Superman. He tryna get away, tryna get up out the Jam. Trap real Girl, your man can't do the Dash, let's see how fast he can. I think that boy's a track star, yeah, Can run fast. I think that boy's track star, Yeah, can fast. that a track star, yeah, fast. I think that boy's a track star, Yeah, he can run fast. Dutches got me high, make me fly like Superman. Bullets big as hell, going straight through Minivans. Niggas on my dick, why Mister got so Many fans? For them time bout bucks, Hell yeah, I need M's. And that boy a track star, sucker run fast. He must love his body 'cause his legs saved His ass. Steady tryna run, it's gon' only make It bad. Aim at his tire, red beam on Heads. Pull up on a nigga, watch his ass Take flight. For them headshots, Motherfuckers daylight. Better stay inside 'cause I know your ass scared. Thirty in that pole, leave motherfucker dead. I think that boy's a track star, yeah, he Can run fast. Move like a NASCAR, don't think he got legs. I'm tryna break the backboard, might leave a brain Dead. I'm running out the back door, I know her man mad. Might catch you at the corner store, might leave Your ass dead. Run like Flash, hope he fly like Superman. He tryna get away, tryna get up out the Jam. Girl, your man can't do the dash, Yeah, let's see how fast he can. I think that boy's a track star.