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souq - tracksuit pt. 2 lyrics

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[intro]
uh, uh
huh, huh, lil’ b+tch (lil’ b+tch)

[chorus]
i got a hunnid up on me, i’m f+ckin’ it, stackin’ it, (huh)
money, be liftin’ it up (on god)
u+ up in my tracksuit, i got them drugs (them drugs)
extended mag on me, it finna bust (it bussin’)
boy, you a mof+ckin’ hoe (huh)
the+ they be d+ck ridin’, i be in my glow (on god)
i make a hunnid, and i just be flippin’ it (huh)
pack in the mail, lil’ b+tch, i just be shippin’ it (b+tch)
uh, boy, huh, yuh, what the f+ck is that? (what the f+ck?)
spin his f+ckin’ block, but that boy ain’t spinnin’ back (nah)
choppas in my jeans, b+tch, i’m never finna lack (on god)

[verse]
we pull up on him, that boy run like track (yuh)
ya+ ya’ll in the comments, y’all be on my sack (on god)
wha+ what’s in my double cup? sippin’ straight act’ (straight up)
huh, sippin’ it, sippin’ it (yuh)
i got a glock, and i’m grippin’ it (lil’ b+tch)
i+ i’m from the trenches, you won’t catch me slippin’, man (nah)
talkin’ that sh+t lil’ boy, i could not give a d+mn (b+tch)
hu+ hunnids on me, i be straight f+ckin’ stackin ’em (huh)
we catch an opp, lil’ boy, we gon’ be whackin’ ’em (for real)
ri+ rick all up on me, that sh+t just bе waxed denim (huh)
that boy want a feat, sh+t, i’m ‘nna tax, fanum (i’m taxin’)
hе want a feat, i’m straight taxin’ (b+tch)
hop in a trackhawk, ain’t ride no taxi (nah)
rick owens on me, sh+t, boy, i’m so fancy (yuh)
i+ i went from washin’ the dishes to makin’ the money, and f+ckin’ the b+tches (on god)
i got the blue hunnids, but i ain’t crippin’ (nah)
a+ all of the chrome, sh+t, it got me drippin’ (for real)
run up on an opp, and then we catch ’em slippin’ (yuh)
huh, lil’ b+tch, yuh (yuh)
[bridge]
makin’ them bands, boy, on god i be stackin’ (yuh)
straight heat on me, boy, i’m pistol packin’ (packin’)
glocks in my tracksuit, boy, i ain’t lackin’
we catch a opp, we gon’ whack ’em (on god, b+tch)

[chorus]
i got a hunnid up on me, i’m f+ckin’ it, stackin’ it, (huh)
money, be liftin’ it up (on god)
u+ up in my tracksuit, i got them drugs (them drugs)
extended mag on me, it finna bust (it bussin’)
boy, you a mof+ckin’ hoe (huh)
the+ they be d+ck ridin’, i be in my glow (on god)
i make a hunnid, and i just be flippin’ it (huh)
pack in the mail, lil’ b+tch, i just be shippin’ it (b+tch)
uh, boy, huh, yuh, what the f+ck is that? (what the f+ck?)
spin his f+ckin’ block, but that boy ain’t spinnin’ back (nah)
choppas in my jeans, b+tch, i’m never finna lack (on god)



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