Trackstar Lyrics – TrackLife Quan
Singer: TrackLife Quan
Title: Trackstar
Aye, aye, aye
We got dracos, we got nines, we got fns & bump stocks
Put this drake up in the wind I bet his #ss won’t see tomorrow
Feel that lil b#tch up with this pit 80 his #ss gone see the stars Exotic Glock, exotic mag, I treat this b#tch like a p#rnstar
We hit they block up n that bendz I bet them b#tches can’t run far
We put them switches on the Glocks, we put them switches on ARs
& when we caught that lil b#tch slipping broke his #ss down like a gar
We hawked his ass, we caught his ass, we turned that b#tch to a trackstar
Smoking opps just to get active got me killing sh#t on mars
If we get thе drop nook bust the Glock shoot dracos out the car
Left a holе in his left leg should’ve hit the b#tch in the heart
Kinda mad that bro nem missed cause killing opps not even hard
Only 15 & I’m having sh#t be driving stolen cars
I double back he ain’t shoot back doing a 100 bumping big scarr
Know I’m quick to let it spark turn some rappers to falling stars
& n#gg#s claim that they be solid but be snitching behind bars
Ion give a f#ck keep my name out the mix
When I spot me a opp shot em dead n his sh#t
When I up with the pole I barley be missing
Don’t f#ck with these hoes doing sh#t for attention
These n#gg#s be 12 putting me in they mentions
That n#gg# tried to run but got hit from a distance
That choppa be chopping that b#tch it be spitting
How the f#ck you gone run ? [we shooting them switches]
Brand new Glock came with a new mag
First n#gg# play & I’m blasting his #ss
Turned that boy to a runner he run real fast
Up with the chop leave that boy in the grass
f#ck what they saying you know ian playing
All my n#gg#s see yours get to spraying
Pbg hottest you know what I’m saying
If I see a opp automatically get to spraying
Since you like to pray to god ima send you where he at
Toe tag on his feet, n#gg# know we on his #ss
Brand new Glock & it came with a mag
First n#gg# play & his #ss gone get blast
Up with the chop leave em dead in the grass
First n#gg# play & I’m blasting his #ss
Up with the chop leave em dead in the grass
Brand new Glock & it came with a mag
We got dracos, we got nines, we got fns & bump stocks
Put this drake up in the wind I bet his #ss won’t see tomorrow
Feel that lil b#tch up with this pit 80 his #ss gone see the stars
Exotic Glock, exotic mag, I treat this b#tch like a p#rnstar
We hit they block up n that bends I bet them b#tches can’t run far
We put them switches on the Glocks, we put them switches on ars
& when we caught that lil b#tch slipping broke his #ss down like a gar
We hawked his ass, we caught his ass, we turned that b#tch to a trackstar
b#tch #ss n#gg#
Dont get caught lacking
We on yo ass
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