Fw the Trackstar

Is it just our bodies? Are we both losing our minds
Is the only reason you're holding me tonight? Cause we're scared to be lonely
Do we need somebody? Just to feel like we're alright
Is the only reason you're holding me tonight? Cause we're scared to be lonely
Ayy, when she run, she's like a track star, ayy
Roll like a track star, ayy
The bitch gon' fly like a crack star, ayy
Bitch gon' throw her panties out, it's all black and a pastel, ayy
Late night show with the gang, ayy
Late night, mission with the gang, ayy
We gon' slide on them opps, ayy
I got from the back, ayy
Drop from the back, ayy
Bitch gon' drop from the back, ayy
She gon' throw them ass shots
All across this damn crib, ayy
She gon' throw them ass shots
All across that damn section, ayy
I'ma see your bitch and set you up, huh, huh
I'ma send my bitch to kill you, uh, uh, uh, uh
Why we far away from this lame nigga, ayy
Why you far away from the pastures, ayy
From the pastures and the keep to the side
And the drake and the pack on the bank
Late at night, smoking weed, smoking packs
Smoking op packs and fame packs, ayy
Why you trippin' bout that, ayy
Why you gangin' bout that, ayy
You want me to back it and reach it
I'm merely the chop of the bitch
And I reckon it's stickin' out
Backin' it, reachin
I got it, I'm reachin
I got it, I'm reachin
I got a big ol' straight, ayy
Big ol' Drake
Gon' hit everybody in the section, ayy
Got a big ol' six
Got a big ass
And I'm gon' diss for people, ayy
Ayy
She said she wanted to love a track star
So I told her, go ahead and fuck a track star, ayy
Track star love, ayy
Backstar love, ayy
Lame nigga, oh my God, ayy
Lame nigga in my DMs
Sayin' why I fuck his bitch, ayy
You know exactly why I fucked your bitch
Cause you know that she was lookin' at me, ayy
She was lookin' at me with a straight face
So she knew that she was gonna be horny, ayy
She was lookin' at me with a straight face
You know she was tryna get fucky, ayy
She wanted to fuck up the spot
So I said, hey, let's just go, ayy
We gon' make some money
Shopping, ayy
We gon' got in the bitch, ayy
Shopping in the backs of the racks, ayy
With a guy got a bitch and a cash star, ayy
Cash star, ayy
Ayy, pass star, ayy
Pass your slay, ayy
Pass your shit on that pop, ayy
Why get a rat
Why he hatin' on me, ayy
Why these lame niggas hatin' on me
I don't understand, ayy
They know I'm back in the back
They know I'm up
They know I'm next, ayy
Weans in that bag and a track star, ayy
With that bag and a cash star, ayy
She said she wanna fuck with the gang
So I said, she can fuck with the gang
She said she was tryna fuck the star
But she couldn't fuck the star, ayy
Track star, ayy
She wanna fuck a track star, ayy
Fuckin' a rap star, ayy
Rap star, ayy
Is it that time of day
Rap star, ayy
She wanted to fuck with a rap star, ayy
I'm a real man, I'm a real man
Track star, ayy
She wanted to fuck with the star, ayy
Holdin' me tonight
Cause we're scared to be lonely
Do you need somebody
Just to feel like we're alright
Is the only reason you're
Holdin' me tonight
Cause we're scared to be lonely
Preakess