Track Stars Young Slo-Be

[Intro]
(Kiing Ty made it)
Ayy (It's the gang)

[Chorus]
Beatin' up them niggas' blocks, show 'em what them shoulders do
Yeah, they ball me Slo-Be, but I'm quicker to my gun
Niggas track stars, they don't fly, saw them niggas run
Ooh-wee, niggas ain't ready for combat
On a bitch, leave my press, she bring it all back
Nigga, I need all trap
In the field for the cheese, it was a rat trap
Shit, at least I kinda know
The truth, nigga, you ain't the homie, bro (Stop playin', cuddy)

[Verse]
I'm just tryna play stupid, nigga, this ain't a dummy show
Pop you with this twenty-one, why the fuck think I'm finna show it?
Play brazy if you want, watch a nigga blow it
Your bitch come empty-handed, now you know she blew it
Bitch broke down, uh-uh, shouldn't be doin' no choosin'
Puttin' Heady in front of my name because we do thе shootings
Nigga, niggas steady losin'
Ayy, ayy, hell nah, I can't fall for it
Niggas steady rap cappin' bеcause they life boring
Yeah, so keep watchin' us
Wanna play tag, nigga? Come get your body touched