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trackstar - tracklife quan lyrics

[intro: pbg ajayy]
aye, aye, aye

[chorus: pbg ajayy]
we got dracos, we got nines, we got fns & bump stocks
put this drake up in the wind i bet his ass won’t see tomorrow
feel that lil b*tch up with this pit 80 his ass 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 ass down like a gar
we hawked his ass, we caught his ass, we turned that b*tch to a trackstar

[verse 1: tracklife quan]
smoking opps just to get active got me k!lling 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 k!lling 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*ggas claim that they be solid but be snitching behind bars

[verse 2: shun savage]
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*ggas be 12 putting me in they mentions
that n*gga 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)
[verse 3: pbg fredo]
brand new glock came with a new mag
first n*gga play & i’m blasting his ass
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*ggas 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*gga know we on his ass
brand new glock & it came with a mag
first n*gga play & his ass gone get blast
up with the chop leave em dead in the grass
first n*gga play & i’m blasting his ass
up with the chop leave em dead in the grass
brand new glock & it came with a mag

[chorus: pbg ajayy]
we got dracos, we got nines, we got fns & bump stocks
put this drake up in the wind i bet his ass won’t see tomorrow
feel that lil b*tch up with this pit 80 his ass 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 ass down like a gar
we hawked his ass, we caught his ass, we turned that b*tch to a trackstar
[outro: pbg ajayy]
b*tch ass n*gga
dont get caught lacking
we on yo ass

- tracklife quan lyrics

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