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track - blisofly lyrics

track lyrics
[intro]
grrah, fah, ayy (hey, where’s rolo?)

[chorus]
got a bl!ck on my back, so you run like it’s track (ayy)
he tried to play me, so we smoked out his pack
i’m rocking designer, n*gga, wearing black
red dot on the radar, get him off the map
if that n*gga cl!ck to the front, then he would
not set back, get back gang, no could
got a brand new balenci’, i come out busting through the hood (blatt)
when that boy run up on me, that choppa roll him like a ‘wood (blatt, fah, grrah)

[verse]
it get rid of him
if he talking paper, i slide like a temperament (grrah)
i had to run up and get to the cinnamon
you rocking that ski mask like, boy, you a citizen (fah, fah)
that’s tough like, b*tch, you is 5’2″
n*ggas on my d*ck like thеy playing in taiku
hop inside a box and i’m causing a typhoon
and i’m coming with the cutter ‘causе that b*tch, she was lied to
ah, grrah, up in the function
don’t give a f*ck, told my b*tch, “keep it busting” (fah, fah, fah)
i’m finna slide with that tech, no percussion (yeah)
you is not spinning my block, stop bluffing (gang)
you gon come, but the gang, i’m upping (gang)
b*tch, i’m ‘sofly, i turned nothing to something
seen the red flag, so this thot, i ain’t cuffing
bought her mcdonalds, that b*tch a mclovin (gang, ayy, gang, gang, gang)
like, how the f*ck am i supposed to relax?
i’m up in a demon, n*gga, going fast
i looked up at the stars, hoping i don’t crash
send shots at your brain, n*gga, you a flashback
d*mn, that’s a shame
i got a silencer, slide with no aim
don’t play with my music like this is a game
[chorus]
got a bl!ck on my back, so you run like it’s track (ayy)
he tried to play me, so we smoked out his pack
i’m rocking designer, n*gga, wearing black
red dot on the radar, get him off the map
if that n*gga cl!ck to the front, then he would
not set back, get back gang, no could (yeah)
got a brand new balenci’, i come out busting through the hood (blatt)
when that boy run up on me, that choppa roll him like a ‘wood (blatt)

[outro]
don’t run up me, that choppa’ll roll you like ‘wood
he got low with that shot, but he wish that he could
ayy, grrah, fah, ayy

- blisofly lyrics

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