Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song TRACK MEET , by - Joey Trap. Song from the album STFU, in the genre Release date: 19.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Young Rich Squad
Song language: English
TRACK MEET |
| Aight, let me talk real quick |
| These new niggas is gettin' on my nerves, on God |
| Yo', how many fuckin' Louboutins I don' bought before these niggas got a car? |
| Shit, I might have to give these niggas rides |
| You niggas might need a taxi |
| He’s textin' me on the backstreet |
| I ran it up like a track meet |
| Niggas stole that flow from me |
| Now I’m just takin' it back seat |
| They said I wasn’t shit and that’s facts cause |
| If I wasn’t a thing then in fact your girlfriend wouldn’t be here in my back |
| seat, yeah |
| Big ass clip, I might shoot at your face |
| Big ass dick, I might nut on her braces |
| That bitch 20, uh, 21, uh, I meant that |
| She said she freaky, wanna fuck, okay bet |
| Heart attack, broke her face, broke her neck |
| She said she loved it, called a case, that was wack |
| Yous a liar, bitch, you said you wan' get choked |
| I just wanna fuck, I really just want throat |
| Uhhh, I hate when freaky bitches lie and say they liked to get choked and then |
| when you go crazy they just don’t know how to act |
| Bitch it’s Kloud God, I’m not Zeus |
| I might buy more shoes |
| I might, I might shoot |
| 10 bands on my boots |
| All gold zipper on the Balmains fit up |
| All gold rollie doesn’t tock my nigga |
| Not old posted on the my niggas |
| Just 16 with a Glock, my nigga, huh? |
| I think I just raised the bar, uh |
| You niggas drunk, like a Bar, uh |
| I think I’m high in the stars, uh |
| Haha, uh, or that’s just the Wraith |
| Henny with no chaser |
| I might sip some water, lowkey |
| Yeah, gimme the pack and I might tax that |
| She gotta fatty, I might tap that |
| Gimme your addy, we pullin' up to your pad |
| And then we gon' pull out the rattle and go click-clack, ooh |
| I ride that bih like a boat with a sail on it |
| She suck my dick, then I bail on her |
| I got a pack in the box that says mail on it |
| Open it up and then sell it all |
| I’m from the street, man, I feel like Sesame |
| All of these bitches still be tryna have sex with me |
| Whip it and flip it, I know the recipe, remember me |
| Y’all niggas was sleeping and now you texting me |
| Swish |
| Fuckin' swish, nigga |
| Recycled, and cut! |